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 product of the streets, master of the breaks and
Lyrically headstrong and can't be

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

sayin' MC slayin', 'Hip Hop Quotable'
Unquotable, sociable thirty-eight caliber swayin'
your mind to visualize what I'm sayin'
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, extra clips to stop the madness

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

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

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

E temperamental, to dismember you
that 'November' you
They wish they can do I can do
If you could 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, pick up the
(Now up?)
Gyrate, feel the
(Now up?)
Yo, the deal, huh?
(Now up?)

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

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

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

Pop shit, I pop mega clips
Fuck a system, I keep the where your Sega sit
Then I 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, pick up the
(Now up?)
Gyrate, the bass
(Now up?)
the deal, huh?
(Now up?)

Yo, y'all me, maniacs and addicts 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 leave inactive

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

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

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

Lay hands like Strahand
Puttin' ya face and in Ace bands
to lift more than ya waistband

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