Luyện nghe bài hát Show 'em How We Do Things

Aw yeah, I got from around the way in the house, you
Know what I'm saying? Yo it out, check it out
I got my man in the house
I got my man Harry-O in the
I got my man in the house
Yo, yo, we do it like this, check it out

I know some brothers with the skills to rock
is they don't be getting no spotlight
They got as good as any others
So I'm a time out to kick it with them brothers
They brothers are professional, crazy
Just some fellas I got to give to
They rolling strong, know from wrong
got skills, so I got to put 'em on
So Shel-Rumble (what's up?) Since this is a three man crew
Put down the 40 and 'em how we do things

Shel-Rumble, yeah, that's the
I'm a kick this off just like a football
I'm out with my mic in my right hand
Bagging up rappers and throwing rhymes in the trash can
play the roll like they hard but yet they sit off
Put me against the best and I'll get my shit off
I'm like Simon so you'd better do what Simon
I'm not Christopher Williams, but yo, I'm making
My treacherous, it's so impetuous
go all out if a chump tries to step to this
So the flavor through the speakers
I get the ladies strung just sneakers
I'm a brother too hard to touch
if you try my crew we'll jump in just like double dutch
You'll get if you come unprepared son
yo (there's no such thing as a fair one)
So step, to avoid a fucking tooth
Rhymes are insulated, that means I'm proof
You're just the opposite, you're nothing but a fry
Weak MC coming up for a guy
So provoke a saga
Cause you'll catch amnesia just like the park jogger
That's what happens cases gets drastic
I'll you two options, step or get that ass kicked
So, jot this down you hail a
MC getting shit just like a tailor
I get smooth, rough, rugged, raw, and
Too to bluff, so rough you just drift
Away, now can I get a hooray?
I say that you never would have thought to say
Rhymes poured just so we can quench your thirst
I guarentee I'll have you saying "kick verse"
Or, if you feel not your style
I guarantee you'll be laid with a Kool-Aid smile
On your grill, you chill, I'm for
As my rhyme Shel-Rumble got skills
I flaunt the on the mic the way a man should
Even old be saying (that boy is damn good)
Cause I so perfectly
That's why so many motherfuckers me
I got skills, but that's not why I'm
I'm here to let you know I rock it like a
So (what's up?) You way far from fronting
Won't you get on the mic and show the a little something

Yo, brothers the mic and plan on waxing me
But since they're no match to me they do jack to me
The rap pros slay rappers for fun
Bust like a gun so run son or get done
My rap style may like a cashier
As I bust ass shit I wrote last year
So MC's step up and your luck
I don't give a fuck, I roll like a fucking Tonka
I watch MC's get silenced when it to a challenge
Cause the shit I kick is knocking off balance
Watch 'em fall and crawl just a baby
for the door yelling "save me, save me"
Don't attempt to attack me, just your trap, B
Don't have me grab the mic and your ass like an acne pimple
Cause ripping is simple
I tear mics up while rips the instrumental
A part, so don't up a seminar
Cause we'll your ass word to God, you can send Allah
My DJ's no joke, and I'm hype,
So fuck around and get your turns and your broke
I take no here, this ain't last year
I'm swift, elevating in fast gear
I rhymes and kick them, never will I fall victim, yo
Brothers the rap pro can flow
And rap norm, both off and on
You couldn't turn me off if I was to a platform
I get raw like bloody liver, make a rapper shiver and
So make no mistake you're stepping to the
Rap pro, I get raw cause natural
My cousin sport a fade and half-moon, I an afro
Friends call my Harry-O, my real name's Harry
I scream on rapper the niggas did to Carry, so
(yeah yeah) my man, my cousin
I know you're going to kick some

You I wasn't?
When it to being funky I'll show you who the boss is
(Yo money rock shit!) Hold your motherfucking horses
Wait up, up, I sport the low cut
If rap was a game I'd leave opponents on a
Funky warlord, top on the
Finesse, that shit is uncalled for
Brothers front and fret how they correct
the mic and think they pose a threat
Talking about all the brothers they coulda
I don't care if you're a New Jack or you're older than Hill
Cause I with no delay
I stomp you out, so be your way
You hang, you're still in the slow poke zone
You're helpless a patient in an old folks home
So keep up my further adventures
I'll have it going on til I'm old dentures
I rock parties and tear the off of houses
Think I Put your money where your mouth is
me a mic, let me clear my throat
Guaranteed I'll send you broke
Fast and cause I'm quick with the gift
me my money I don't wanna hear shit
And those who can't rap, I don't wanna hear
I dust opponents in two minutes
When it's showtime, MC's they don't fight
start bitching saying (Why he have to come at night?)
It's the Funky Man the with the new swing
Finesse just showing you how I do things

Yeah, I said
Got the in the house Harry-O and Shel-Rumble
Rock-A-Lot, my man Jazzy Jay, and I'm outta like Sugar Ray, peace