Luyện nghe bài hát Now Whut's Up

Yo, now you hear the name Keith Murray, don't think violence
nonsense, me and Meth put that to silence
I'm a product of the streets, master of the and beats
Lyrically headstrong and can't be

Triple minded, mentally combineded pirate
Microphone tyrant, always sideways
And Topsy turvy, crash-up derby
Come, McNasty, pretty gritty dirty

Lyrical sayin' MC slayin', 'Hip Hop
Unquotable, sociable caliber style swayin'
Open your mind to visualize what I'm
The products of the streets be playin'

It's a bloody ambush like a dirty in ya tush
When I push, push up in ya
Superstar status, off beats, the baddest
Style's the baddest, bring extra clips to stop the

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

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

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

E temperamental, quick to you
Wyclef that you
They wish can do what I can do
If you could switch brains, you would, 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, the deal, huh?
(Now up?)

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

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

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

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

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, up the pace
(Now up?)
Gyrate, feel the
(Now up?)
What the deal,
(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 turn the coast to one big creep show
South premisy, pistol bangers
changin', pistol bangin'

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

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

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

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