Luyện nghe bài hát Now Whut's Up

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

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

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

It's a bloody ambush like a douche in ya tush
When I push, push up in ya
Superstar status, break off beats, the
Style's the baddest, bring extra clips to 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 new in store
A Hot Boy but not the 504
New technique to the mic
Lyrical sharp like Wesley and N'Bushe Wright

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pop mega shit, I pop clips
Fuck a system, I keep the heat your Sega sit
Then I bang the controller the game say, "Over"
In the Bricks, we'll ya when ya plane 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, y'all know me, and addicts 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 inactive

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

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

To bitten man disease that's made by man
the DNA code 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 like Strahand
Puttin' ya face and in Ace bands
Tryin' to more than ya waistband

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