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 Shel-Rumble in the
I got my man Harry-O in the
I got my man Rock-A-Lot in the
Yo, yo, we do it like this, check it out

I know brothers with the skills to rock right
Problem is they 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, intellectual
Just some I got to give credit 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 the 40 and show 'em how we do things

Shel-Rumble, yeah, the name
I'm a kick this off just a football game
I'm stepping out with my mic in my right
Bagging up rappers and their rhymes in the trash can
They play the roll 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 do what Simon says
I'm not Christopher Williams, but yo, I'm making
My style's treacherous, it's so
I'll go all out if a chump tries to step to
So hear the flavor through the
I get the ladies strung just like
I'm a who's too hard to touch
Cause if you try my crew we'll jump in just double dutch
You'll get bombarded if you come son
Cause yo (there's no such as a fair one)
So step, to avoid a fucking tooth
are insulated, that means I'm wack proof
You're just the opposite, nothing but a small fry
Weak MC coming up for a guy
So provoke a saga
Cause you'll catch amnesia just like the central park
That's what happens when cases drastic
I'll give you two options, or get that ass kicked
So, jot down before you hail a
MC shit sewn just like a tailor
I get smooth, rough, rugged, raw, and
Too tough to bluff, so you just drift
Away, now can I get a hooray?
I say shit that you never have thought to say
poured just enough so we can quench your thirst
I guarentee have you saying "kick another verse"
Or, if you feel that's not style
I guarantee you'll be laid back with a smile
On your grill, you chill, I'm for
As my fulfills Shel-Rumble got skills
I the gift on the mic the way a man should
old folks be saying (that boy is damn good)
Cause I flow so
That's why so many motherfuckers me
I got skills, but not why I'm here
I'm here to let you know I it like a pioneer
So (what's up?) You way far from fronting
you get on the mic and show the people a little something

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

You I wasn't?
it comes to being funky I'll show you who the boss is
(Yo money rock that shit!) Hold your motherfucking
up, hold up, I sport the low cut
If rap was a game I'd opponents on a doughnut
warlord, top on the scoreboard
Dissing Finesse, that shit is for
Brothers front and how they roll correct
Grab the mic and think they a threat
about all the brothers they coulda killed
I care if you're a New Jack or you're older than Sugar Hill
I slay with no delay
I stomp you out, so be about way
You can't hang, you're still in the slow zone
You're helpless like a patient in an old folks
So keep up my further adventures
I'll it going on til I'm old with dentures
I rock parties and tear the off of houses
Think I can't? Put your money where your is
me a mic, let me clear my throat
Guaranteed send you home broke
Fast and cause I'm quick with the gift
Give me my money I wanna hear shit
And those who can't rap, I don't wanna jack
I dust in two minutes flat
When it's showtime, MC's they wanna fight
They start bitching (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 brothers in the house Harry-O and
Rock-A-Lot, my man Jazzy Jay, and I'm outta here like Sugar Ray,