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

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

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

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

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, pick up the
(Now up?)
Gyrate, the bass
(Now up?)
the deal, huh?
(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 'Blade' sharp Wesley and N'Bushe Wright

could be a catastrophe
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 could brains, you would, wouldn't you?

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

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, pick up the
(Now up?)
Gyrate, feel the
(Now up?)
Yo, what the deal,
(Now up?)

Yo, gunfire destroy ya boys and unemploy some
Put the headphones on your kid like Troy's son
Darts'll damage ya dogs the U-Haul in my truck
The installed, hand upon my balls

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

Put the mac where you at, I done that
These young cats'll get and sent where 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
a system, I keep the heat where your Sega sit
Then I bang the 'til the game say, "Over"
In the Bricks, we'll stick ya when ya lays over

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, pick up the
(Now up?)
Gyrate, the bass
(Now up?)
the deal, huh?
(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 alter-ego make niggaz alter egos
I and turn the East coast to one big creep show
South premisy, Filthy-delphia bangers
changin', pistol bangin'

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

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

Lay hands like Mike
ya face and hands in Ace bands
Tryin' to lift more than ya

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