Luyện nghe bài hát Show 'em How We Do Things

Aw yeah, I got brothers from the way in the house, you
Know what I'm Yo check 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 gonna do it this, check it out

I some brothers with the skills to rock right
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
brothers are professional, crazy intellectual
Just fellas I got to give credit to
They rolling strong, right from wrong
got skills, so I got to put 'em on
So (what's up?) Since this is a three man crew thing
Put down the 40 and show 'em how we do

Shel-Rumble, yeah, the name
I'm a this off just like a football game
I'm stepping out with my mic in my hand
Bagging up rappers and their rhymes in the trash can
play the roll like they hard but yet they sit off
Put me the best and I'll still get my shit off
I'm like Simon so better do what Simon says
I'm not Williams, but yo, I'm making promises
My style's treacherous, it's so
go all out if a chump tries to step to this
So hear the flavor through the
I get the ladies strung like sneakers
I'm a brother who's too hard to
Cause if you try my crew we'll in just like double dutch
You'll get if you come unprepared son
Cause yo (there's no such thing as a one)
So step, to a fucking crack tooth
are insulated, that means I'm wack proof
You're just the opposite, you're but a small fry
Weak MC coming up for a guy
So don't a saga
Cause catch amnesia just like the central park jogger
That's what when cases gets drastic
give you two options, step or get that ass kicked
So, jot this down before you a
MC getting sewn 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 just enough so we can quench your thirst
I guarentee have you saying "kick another verse"
Or, if you feel that's not your
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 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 worship me
I got skills, but not why I'm here
I'm here to let you know I rock it a pioneer
So Harry-O (what's up?) You way far fronting
you get on the mic and show the people a little something

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

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

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