Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run (remix)

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

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

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

They call me Salt, I'm a billion bulbs
The rhymes I toss, they're more electric than a bug
On the strength I there's no either-or
MCs, we're have a mouth-to-mouth war

Some rappers got soul on the mic,
But others be playin' it like they're all
And you know what'll happen if I don't like style of rappin'
Step on stage as as I'm on it

drops a beat to warn my opponent
Hurb pumps the bass upon the system
We kick a rhyme and another victim
'round the world, I like to play to 'em

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

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

If the Pep you want, that's what you'll get
As the runs, sweat's in full effect
I see a crowd, I help but get hyped
You be, throw it on and recite

A dope rhmye 'cuz I'm a lyrical
The MC's makin' microphones sing
Notes to provoke, they her a joke
The speaker smoked when I

Boy, you better kill noise
Let the rhythm run, let it run
Let the run, now let 'em run
around and I'll bet you don't get none

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

My mic is like a gun, I go without it
You gotta better one, I'm but I doubt it
My partner's is Pep, she's not a half-stepper
You think you're kinda def, but I think that deffer

Since rappin' is art and I'm a artist
If lyrics mean smart, then I must be the smartest
My DJ likes to spin, we her Spinderella
If cuttin' 'em was a book, be a million seller

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

Seat belts fastened, have some fun
Brace yourself, on, 'cuz the rhythm's gonna run

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