Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run (remix)

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

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

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

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

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

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

In every club, arena, and
the jam we're known as the party stars
Gimme a mic, and the house is like Mardi
I couldn't do it though the help from
The that we call the rhythm

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

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

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

Boy, you kill that noise
Let the run, just let it run
Let the run, now let 'em run
Mess around and I'll bet you don't get

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

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

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

Salt's kinda short, but she don't ever take
A sucker try to dis, and she just have to one
the position, commence the dance session
Loosen up, listen, it's not a lesson

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

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