Luyện nghe bài hát Show 'em How We Do Things

Aw yeah, I got brothers around the way in the house, you
Know what I'm saying? Yo check it out, 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 like this, it out

I some brothers with the skills to rock right
Problem is they be getting no spotlight
They got potential as good as any
So I'm a take time out to it with them brothers
They are professional, crazy intellectual
Just fellas I got to give credit to
They rolling strong, know right from
got skills, so I got to put 'em on
So Shel-Rumble (what's up?) Since this is a three man thing
Put the 40 and show 'em how we do things

Shel-Rumble, yeah, the name
I'm a this off just like a football game
I'm out with my mic in my right hand
Bagging up rappers and their rhymes in the trash can
They play the roll like they but yet they sit off
Put me the best and I'll still get my shit off
I'm like so you'd better do what Simon says
I'm not Christopher Williams, but yo, I'm promises
My style's treacherous, so impetuous
I'll go all out if a chump tries to step to
So hear the flavor through the
I get the strung just like sneakers
I'm a who's too hard to touch
Cause if you try my we'll jump 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 avoid a crack tooth
Rhymes are insulated, that means I'm wack
You're the opposite, you're nothing but a small fry
Weak MC coming up for a guy
So don't a saga
Cause you'll catch amnesia just the central park jogger
That's what happens when gets drastic
I'll give you two options, step or get ass kicked
So, jot this down 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 you never would have thought to say
Rhymes poured just enough so we can quench your
I guarentee I'll have you "kick another verse"
Or, if you feel that's not your
I guarantee you'll be laid back with a smile
On your grill, you chill, I'm for
As my rhyme Shel-Rumble got skills
I flaunt the gift on the mic the way a man
old folks be saying (that boy is damn good)
Cause I flow so
That's why so many worship me
I got skills, but that's not why I'm
I'm here to let you know I it like a pioneer
So (what's up?) You way far from fronting
Won't you get on the mic and show the people a something

Yo, grab the mic and plan on waxing me
But since they're no match to me can't do jack to me
The great rap pros rappers for fun
Bust rhymes a gun so run son or get done
My rap style may change a cashier
As I bust ass with shit I last year
So MC's step up and press your
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 niggas off balance
Watch 'em fall and just like a baby
for the door yelling "save me, save me"
Don't attempt to attack me, shut your trap, B
have me grab the mic and bust your ass like 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 your ass word to God, you can Allah
My no joke, and I'm hype, folks
So fuck around and get your turns and your mics
I take no shorts here, this ain't year
I'm getting swift, elevating in fast
I create and kick them, never will I fall victim, yo
know the rap pro can flow
And rap norm, off and on platform
You couldn't turn me off if I was 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 it's
My cousin sport a and half-moon, I sport an afro
Friends my Harry-O, my real name's Harry though
I scream on rapper like the did to Carry, so
Finesse (yeah yeah) my man, my
I know you're going to kick 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 horses
Wait up, hold up, I the low cut
If rap was a game I'd leave opponents on a
warlord, top on the scoreboard
Dissing Finesse, shit is uncalled for
Brothers front and fret how roll 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 or you're older than Sugar Hill
I slay with no delay
I you out, so be about your 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 with my adventures
I'll have it going on til I'm old with
I rock parties and tear the off of houses
Think I can't? Put your money where your is
Give me a mic, let me my throat
Guaranteed I'll send you broke
Fast and quick I'm quick with the gift
Give me my money I wanna hear shit
And those who can't rap, I don't wanna hear
I dust opponents in two minutes
it's showtime, MC's they don't wanna fight
They bitching saying (Why he have to come at night?)
the Funky Man the brother with the new swing
Lord Finesse just 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 Ray, peace