Luyện nghe bài hát On Smash

Yeah, what's up, Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this
A busa bus, yeah, Flip meets da Def Squad together once again
2003 muthafuckas, yeah all through you
Welcome home Murray, ah thank you baby
mission nigga, let's give it to 'em, check it, check it, yo

It's flip mode we be all over the
to lay niggaz down and lawnmower they face
Fuck your before she go to her wedding
Fuck around and beat ass with two sticks
Just the number eleven

And yo I fuck with your and I fuck with your spouse
And fuck y'all niggaz up for shit in your own house
We see y'all bounce and say one
You even got no kind a line a credit in the hood you from

I keep my doe stacked for them
Spot faggots like I keep a low jack on them niggaz
Pretty sprinkle on they channel
we fuck 'em all in the club frontin' like they pussy don't smell

Then they call me mister nice guy like Chappelle
How we be pounding the pussy and makin' it swell
Fuck that flip mode never fail how we banish bitch
Niggaz till we see 'em in

Now, guess who's comin' through the
With heat and fire that make the
Say that niggaz got it on smash
You know them got it on smash
You them niggaz got it

Now, guess who's through the streets
With heat and fire make the people
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know niggaz got it on smash
You them niggaz got it

Yo, it's Def Squad we be all the place
Hog tie, split your fold you in a suit case
Yeah it's the Mr. Keith Murray and Mr. Curray
Don't worry come through and crush your bur hat like blueberry's

And all those the waiting is over y'all
If I come wit some sick shit I ain't coming at all
But listen you my brother and I love but you
And getting in ass is so therapeutical

And just think these be trying to prink
When they know they look as stink as Hellery Swink
And cheating rappers make me than M&M
The night he saw Kim kissing Arabian, I ain't go forth

Pistol you, catch a case, get probation violate
For smoking trees than Dionne Warwick
The way I be on the mic I gotta laugh
And use a roll of tissue to wipe my stankin' ass

Now, guess who's through the streets
With heat and fire that the people
Say that them niggaz got it on
You know niggaz got it on smash
You know them got it

Now, guess comin' through the streets
With heat and fire make the people
Say them niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on
You know niggaz got it

Ah yo, first of all my rap style is not
When white boys come they be like yo Kell your shit is radical
My hang 10 up I left them clueless
Not that MC's out there can do this

This the same old G mack da old E
And I don't need your back da Gat can me
state I ain't been without the mac 10
Kell Vics muthafuckin' yeah, I'm back

Now every time I grab the microphone I set the shit on
'Cause yo I ain't no joke I'm like barb wire
Machine gun so don't get jelly
bitch you, can put it in your mouth, like Akinyele

You he's da funk take these nigga home he drunk
Before he wined up in my
I gotta left that will fracture your chest and ribs
L.O.D. motherfucker we gonna see you

Now, guess who's through the streets
With heat and fire that make the
Say them niggaz got it on smash
You know niggaz got it on smash
You know niggaz got it

Now, guess who's comin' through the
With heat and fire that the people
Say them niggaz got it on smash
You know them got it on smash
You know them got it

Now, guess comin' through the streets
With heat and fire make the people
Say that niggaz got it on smash
You know them niggaz got it on
You know them got it

Now, guess who's comin' through the
With and fire that make the people
Say them niggaz got it on smash
You know niggaz got it on smash
You know them got it

Yeah, Def Squad, mode, L.O.D., P.T.P
You know we got it on smash, street niggaz, got the streets on
All ya fake ass up there front, we'll through
Y'all know to do, don't worry, Murray vision ain't blurry, ay yo E