Luyện nghe bài hát Now Whut's Up

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

minded, mentally combineded underground pirate
Microphone tyrant, comin' sideways
And Topsy turvy, lyrical derby
Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty dirty

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

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

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

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

Soundbombin' be a catastrophe
When NASA blast off, blast off me
E-vincible, rap your left ventricle
So let's be

E temperamental, quick to you
that 'November' you
They they can do what I can do
If you could switch brains, you would, you?

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

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

Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya and unemploy some
Put the on your kid like Castor Troy's son
Darts'll damage ya dogs where the in my truck
The camera installed, upon my balls

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

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

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

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

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

My alter-ego niggaz alter their egos
I flow and turn the East coast to one big creep
South premisy, Filthy-delphia pistol
Pistol changin', pistol

I metal like Lithuanians
Two thousand nail me Sy Scott rap's new
It's humane, punish ya
'Til no skeletal remains remain mainly main

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

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

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