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

minded, mentally combineded underground pirate
Microphone tyrant, always comin'
And Topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up
Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty

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

It's a ambush like a dirty douche in ya tush
When I push, up in ya bush
Superstar status, break off beats, the
Style's the baddest, bring 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 playin' fair no more, there's somethin' new in store
A Hot Boy but not the 504
New to rock the mic
Lyrical 'Blade' sharp like and N'Bushe Wright

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

E temperamental, to dismember you
Wyclef that you
wish 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, pick up the
(Now up?)
Gyrate, feel the
(Now up?)
Yo, the deal, huh?
(Now up?)

Yo, rapid destroy ya boys and unemploy some
Put the headphones on your kid like Troy's son
Darts'll damage ya dogs where the in my truck
The camera installed, hand my balls

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

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

Pop mega shit, I pop mega
Fuck a system, I keep the heat where your sit
Then I bang the 'til the game say, "Over"
In the Bricks, we'll ya when ya plane lays over

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

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

I metal like Lithuanians
Two nail me Sy Scott rap's new insanian
humane, punish ya mayn
'Til no skeletal remain remain mainly main

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

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

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