Luyện nghe bài hát Punks Jump up to Get Beat Down

Get nothin' but a

Punks up to get beat down
Get nothin' but a
Punks up to get beat down
Get nothin' but a

jump up to get beat down
Get nothin' but a
Punks jump up to get beat
Get but a beat

One day when I was ridin' on the
I seen these two kids talkin' about the Nubian reign had
I didn't say nothin', these kids caught my goat
Even my coat like a murder that they wrote

So this kid mouth, swagger 'n I'll blaze the cloak an' dagger
So I gotta show the macho lot, that I am
I can rock a jam, the world drop ham
Oh yes, I'm the bad man an' bad men wear
An' if it comes to droppin' bombs, yo, I'm with

I can freak, fly, flow, fuck up a fagot
Don't understand their ways, I ain't with gays
You grab the style that was made from my mom an' my dad
When I was young, I to run with a notepad
dimes knew an' somehow I knew that I was bad to the bone

Black since the age of twenty
I write a rhyme, rip it up an' write a next one
Right on the spot, sign my with a dot
Diamond D threw me smooth shit, Bronx crowd roar
Stick up your jam, everybody hit the floor

Okay it's you, Slim, the rock of the pack
Don't wanna to the brothers, you must be holin'
Bust some shit in his chest, now his body's swollen
Why did I to do it? He asked for it
His man saw it, so it mean shit to me
He's gone, that's how supposed to be

it out now
I goin' out, man, that short shit is dead
Have you heard what I said? If not, ask the
He got a can an' bad
to the one that I got from my own dad

Punks jump up to get beat
Get but a beat
jump up to get beat down
Get but a beat

Punks up to get beat down
Get nothin' but a
Punks up to get beat down
Get but a beat

I'm like dick in ya ass, quick fast like my name was
a nigga try an' rob me for my cash
You thought you had a sweet Vic, a pick
But you didn't anticipate I might be sick

Now the trick, 'cuz I'm not a up
I always do the fuckin', if I to do the buckin'
I leave my Nikes in your rectum, 'til you learn
Brand Nubian, yo, you respect 'em

Dissect 'em, yo, our is bond regardless
To my an' do the Puma strut
So the fuck off, before I punch you in your face
With the mothafuckin'

Then you're taste blood in your mouth
It's gonna south to the ground
An' you're gonna know I don't fuck
So if you you had two soft new jacks
We're gonna have to off you with a few

To the jaw an' you won't pop shit no more
Explainin' to your friends why you're layin' on the
Did you want some more? I didn't so
Just got whipped, like a fagot in the

So I suggest you your bloody mess
An' find a piece of wire, fix your jaw
Then it's time to retire, Lord will live long
I give strong blows to the heads of my foes

Dread flows, me power as it grows
how rass cladda, you catch the speed knot
Heed not an' Hell be your home
Lord Jamar, Sadat, as we swell dome

Punks up to get beat down
Get nothin' but a
jump up to get beat down
Get nothin' but a

Punks up to get beat down
Get but a beat
jump up to get beat down
Get but a beat