Luyện nghe bài hát Now Whut's Up

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

Triple minded, mentally combineded underground
Microphone tyrant, comin' sideways
And turvy, lyrical crash-up 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 products of the streets be playin'

a bloody ambush 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 clips to stop the madness

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

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

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

E temperamental, quick to you
that 'November' you
They wish can do what I can do
If you switch brains, you would, wouldn't you?

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

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

Yo, rapid gunfire destroy ya boys and some
Put the headphones on your kid like Castor son
damage 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 'em with skills of ten Eminems
You feminine, even call my name
I stay locked down walkin' with a and chain

Put the mac where you tongue at, I done
These young cats'll get thumbtacked and where Big Pun at
Smoke so much, the doc asked where my 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
I bang the controller '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?)
the deal, huh?
(Now up?)

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

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

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

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

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

I travel every shinin' sea, sea and to finally see
When niggaz 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 we come together, what?