Luyện nghe bài hát Show 'em How We Do Things

Aw yeah, I got from around the way in the house, you
what I'm saying? Yo check it out, check it out
I got my man Shel-Rumble in the
I got my man in the house
I got my man Rock-A-Lot in the
Yo, yo, we gonna do it this, check it out

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

Shel-Rumble, yeah, that's the
I'm a kick this off like a football game
I'm stepping out with my mic in my right
Bagging up rappers and throwing their in the trash can
They 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 do what Simon says
I'm not Christopher Williams, but yo, I'm making
My treacherous, it's so impetuous
I'll go all out if a tries to step to this
So hear the flavor the speakers
I get the ladies strung like sneakers
I'm a brother who's too to touch
Cause if you try my crew we'll jump in like double dutch
You'll get if you come unprepared son
Cause yo (there's no such as a fair one)
So step, to avoid a fucking crack
are insulated, that means I'm wack proof
You're just the opposite, nothing but a small fry
MC coming up for a black guy
So don't a saga
Cause you'll catch amnesia like the central park jogger
That's what happens when cases gets
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 tough to bluff, so rough you drift
Away, now can I get a hip-hip
I say shit that you never have thought to say
Rhymes just enough so we can quench your thirst
I guarentee have you saying "kick another verse"
Or, if you that's not your style
I guarantee be laid back with a Kool-Aid smile
On your grill, you chill, I'm for
As my rhyme fulfills got skills
I flaunt the on the mic the way a man should
Even old folks be (that boy is damn good)
I flow so perfectly
That's why so motherfuckers worship me
I got skills, but that's not why I'm
I'm to let you know I rock it like a pioneer
So Harry-O (what's up?) You way far from
Won't you get on the mic and show the a little something

Yo, brothers grab the mic and plan on me
But since they're no match to me they can't do to me
The great rap slay rappers for fun
Bust rhymes like a gun so run son or get
My rap style may like a cashier
As I ass with shit I wrote last year
So MC's step up and your luck
I give a fuck, I roll like a fucking Tonka truck
I watch get silenced when it comes to a challenge
the shit I kick is knocking niggas off balance
Watch 'em fall and crawl like a baby
Heading for the yelling "save me, save me"
Don't attempt to attack me, just your trap, B
Don't have me grab the mic and bust ass like an acne pimple
Cause shop is simple
I tear mics up while Rock 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 and your mics broke
I take no here, this ain't last year
I'm getting swift, in fast gear
I rhymes and kick them, never will I fall victim, yo
Brothers 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 like liver, make a rapper shiver and shake
So make no mistake stepping to the great
Rap pro, I get raw cause natural
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 to kick some shit

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

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