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 put that to silence
I'm a product of the streets, master of the breaks and
Lyrically headstrong and be beat

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

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

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

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

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

E temperamental, to dismember you
Wyclef 'November' you
They they can do what I can do
If you could brains, you would, wouldn't you?

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

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, pick up the
(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 Troy's son
Darts'll ya dogs where the U-Haul in my truck
The camera installed, hand upon my

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

Put the mac where you tongue at, I that
young cats'll get thumbtacked 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 clips
Fuck a system, I keep the heat where Sega sit
Then I bang the controller 'til the 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, feel the
(Now up?)
What the deal,
(Now up?)

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

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

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

To man made disease that's made by man
the DNA code 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 Mike
Puttin' ya and hands in Ace bands
Tryin' to lift more ya waistband

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