Luyện nghe bài hát Now Whut's Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

E temperamental, to dismember 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,
MC's at will, I'm trickery, Lou stickin' me
A curve ball, Mark ain't me

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

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

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

Put the mac where you tongue at, I that
These young cats'll get thumbtacked and sent 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 clips
Fuck a system, I keep the heat where Sega sit
Then I bang the controller the game say, "Over"
In the Bricks, we'll stick ya ya plane lays over

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

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

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

I lift metal like
Two thousand nail me Sy Scott new insanian
It's humane, punish ya
'Til no skeletal 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 like slave
Put microchips in they wristbands and make 'em rain

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

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