Luyện nghe bài hát Now Whut's Up

Yo, now you hear the name Keith Murray, don't think violence
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 pirate
Microphone tyrant, always comin'
And Topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up
Come, Filthy McNasty, gritty dirty

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

It's a bloody like a dirty douche in ya tush
I push, push up in ya bush
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?)
What the deal,
(Now up?)

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

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

E temperamental, quick to you
Wyclef 'November' you
They wish 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 ball, Mark ain't hittin' me

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

Yo, rapid destroy 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 upon my

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

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

Pop mega shit, I pop mega
a system, I keep the heat where your Sega sit
Then I bang the controller 'til the 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, the bass
(Now up?)
What the deal,
(Now up?)

Yo, know me, maniacs and addicts add it, at it
Venomous addict biter, I the, at it
I'm a little odder at it
In the Ac' the aircraft and then leave inactive

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

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

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 hands
Put microchips in wristbands and make 'em rain dance

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

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