Luyện nghe bài hát Punks Jump up to Get Beat Down

Get but a beat

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

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

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

So this kid with mouth, '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 that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then you're gonna taste blood in mouth
gonna flood south to the ground
An' you're gonna know I fuck around
So if you think you had two soft new
We're have to off you with a few cracks

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

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

flows, gives me power as it grows
Watch how rass cladda, you the speed knot
not an' Hell will be your home
Lord Jamar, Sadat, as we your dome

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

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