Luyện nghe bài hát Now Whut's Up

Yo, now when you hear the name Keith Murray, think violence
That's nonsense, me and put that to silence
I'm a product of the streets, master of the breaks and
Lyrically headstrong and be beat

Triple minded, combineded underground pirate
Microphone tyrant, always sideways
And Topsy turvy, crash-up derby
Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty

sayin' MC slayin', 'Hip Hop Quotable'
Unquotable, thirty-eight caliber style swayin'
Open your mind to visualize what I'm
The products of the streets don't be

It's a bloody ambush like a dirty in ya tush
When I push, up in ya bush
Superstar status, break off beats, the
Style's the baddest, bring extra clips to stop the

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, up the pace
(Now up?)
Gyrate, feel the
(Now up?)
What the deal,
(Now up?)

Aiyyo we ain't playin' no more, there's somethin' new in store
A Hot Boy but not the 504
New to rock the mic
Lyrical 'Blade' sharp like and N'Bushe Wright

Soundbombin' be a catastrophe
NASA blast off, Flex blast off me
E-vincible, rap round your ventricle
So be sensible

E temperamental, to dismember you
Wyclef that you
wish they can do what I can do
If you could switch brains, you would, you?

My is Mike, Vince, Earvin
Jordan, Carter, Julius,
MC's at will, I'm trickery, Lou ain't me
A ball, Mark ain't hittin' me

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, up the pace
(Now up?)
Gyrate, feel the
(Now up?)
Yo, what the deal,
(Now up?)

Yo, rapid destroy ya boys and unemploy some
Put the headphones on kid like Castor Troy's son
damage ya dogs where the U-Haul in my truck
The camera installed, hand upon my

Call the morgue, I'm killin' 'em, Kyle is not feelin' 'em
I drill 'em with skills of ten Eminems
You feminine, don't call my name
I stay locked down walkin' with a ball and

Put the mac where you at, I done that
These cats'll get thumbtacked and sent where Big Pun at
Smoke so much, the doc asked my lung at
I took it out to my gun, son run that

Pop shit, I pop mega clips
Fuck a system, I keep the heat your Sega sit
Then I bang the 'til the game say, "Over"
In the Bricks, we'll stick ya when ya plane over

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, up the pace
(Now up?)
Gyrate, feel the
(Now up?)
What the deal,
(Now up?)

Yo, y'all know me, maniacs and add it, at it
Venomous addict biter, I the, at it
'Cause I'm a odder at it
In the Ac' with the aircraft and then inactive

My alter-ego make alter their egos
I flow and turn the East coast to one big show
South premisy, pistol bangers
Pistol changin', bangin'

I lift metal Lithuanians
Two thousand me Sy Scott rap's new insanian
humane, punish ya mayn
'Til no skeletal remains remain remain mainly

To bitten man made disease made by man
Crackin' the DNA code to see how God man
I storm the mainland, scare MC's slave hands
Put microchips in they wristbands and 'em rain dance

Lay hands Mike Strahand
Puttin' ya face and hands in Ace
Tryin' to lift more than ya

I travel every shinin' sea, sea and land to see
When niggaz land in the error era wherever, forever no
cut niggaz careers down like ever
Ever and ever, don't you ever
Fuck with Sy, Khi and Erick when we come together,