Luyện nghe bài hát Now Whut's Up

Yo, now when you hear the Keith Murray, don't think violence
That's nonsense, me and Meth put that to
I'm a product of the streets, master of the and beats
Lyrically headstrong and be beat

Triple minded, mentally combineded underground
tyrant, always comin' sideways
And Topsy turvy, crash-up derby
Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty dirty

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

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

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, pick up the
(Now up?)
Gyrate, the bass
(Now up?)
the deal, huh?
(Now up?)

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

could be a catastrophe
When blast off, Flex blast off me
E-vincible, rap round your left
So let's be

E temperamental, to dismember you
that 'November' you
They wish they can do I can do
If you could switch brains, you would, wouldn't

My style is Mike, Vince,
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, the bass
(Now up?)
Yo, the deal, huh?
(Now up?)

Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya boys and unemploy
Put the headphones on your kid like Castor son
Darts'll ya dogs where the U-Haul in my truck
The camera installed, hand upon my

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

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

Pop mega shit, I pop mega
Fuck a system, I keep the where your Sega sit
Then I bang the controller 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, the bass
(Now up?)
What the deal,
(Now up?)

Yo, y'all know me, and addicts add it, at it
addict snake biter, I the, at it
'Cause I'm a little at it
In the Ac' with the aircraft and leave inactive

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

I lift metal Lithuanians
Two nail me Sy Scott rap's new insanian
It's humane, ya mayn
no skeletal remains remain remain mainly main

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

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

I travel every sea, sea and land to finally see
When niggaz land in the error era wherever, no error
Easily cut niggaz careers like ever
Ever forever and ever, you ever
with Sy, Khi and Erick when we come together, what?