Luyện nghe bài hát Now Whut's Up

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

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

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

a bloody ambush like a dirty douche in ya tush
When I push, push up in ya
Superstar status, off beats, the baddest
Style's the baddest, bring extra 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?)

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

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

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

My style is Mike, Vince,
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, up the pace
(Now up?)
Gyrate, the bass
(Now up?)
Yo, what the deal,
(Now up?)

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

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

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 asked my lung at
I it out to stash my gun, son run that

Pop mega shit, I pop mega
Fuck a system, I keep the heat where Sega sit
Then I the controller 'til the game 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, feel the
(Now up?)
the deal, huh?
(Now up?)

Yo, y'all know me, maniacs and 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 then leave

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

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

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

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

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