Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run (remix)

Salt-N-Pepa's on the mic makin' you like
The type of hype unbelievable to write
Spinderella's gonna from beginning to end
Once again, we're let the party begin

So tell me Pepa, are you ready to it out?
You know it Salt, I'm to work it out
Spinderella, are you ready to work it
'Cuz Salt-N-Pepa is to work it out

So let the run, the rhythm run
Now let the drums run, the run
So let the rhythm run, the run
Yo, Salt, Can we get some?

They call me Salt, I'm like a bulbs
The rhymes I toss, they're more electric a lightning bug
On the strength I swore there's no
MCs, we're gonna a mouth-to-mouth war

Some got soul on the mic, right?
But others be playin' it they're all that
And you know happen if I don't like your style of rappin'
Step on as soon as I'm on it

Spin drops a to warn my opponent
pumps the bass upon the sound system
We kick a rhyme and claim another
People 'round the world, I like to to 'em

In club, arena, and stadium
Inside the jam known as the party stars
Gimme a mic, and the house is like Mardi
I do it though without the help from
The melody we call the rhythm

Yo, Pepa, are you to work it out, huh?
Yeah, I been ready to it out
So let the rhythm run, let the run
Aw, c'mon Pep, go and bust one

If the Pep you want, that's what you'll get
As the rhythm runs, sweat's in effect
I see a crowd, I can't but get hyped
You gotta be, it on and recite

A dope 'cuz I'm a lyrical queen
The Pepa MC's makin' microphones
to provoke, they called her a joke
The speaker when I spoke

Boy, you better that noise
Let the run, just let it run
Let the run, now let 'em run
Mess around and I'll bet you get none

Is it over yet? Never, it gets
We'll let the run harder than ever
A is added for some soul
Now the guitar make ya rock 'n' roll

My mic is like a gun, I go nowhere it
You gotta better one, I'm but I doubt it
My partner's name is Pep, not a half-stepper
You you're kinda def, but I think that she's deffer

Since rappin' is art and I'm a dope
If lyrics mean you're smart, then I be the smartest
My DJ likes to spin, we her Spinderella
If cuttin' 'em was a book, she'd be a seller

Salt's short, but she don't ever take none
A try to dis, and she just have to break one
Assume the position, commence the dance
up, listen, it's not a dance lesson

Seat fastened, let's have some fun
yourself, hold on, 'cuz the rhythm's gonna run

Let the rhythm run, nah, the rhythm's
Let the drums run, no, the are done