Luyện nghe bài hát Show 'em How We Do Things

Aw yeah, I got brothers 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 Harry-O in the
I got my man in the house
Yo, yo, we do it like this, check it out

I know some with the skills to rock right
Problem is don't be getting no spotlight
They got potential as as any others
So I'm a take time out to it with them brothers
They brothers are professional, crazy
Just some 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?) this is a three man crew thing
Put down the 40 and 'em how we do things

Shel-Rumble, yeah, that's the
I'm a kick this off just a football game
I'm stepping out with my mic in my hand
Bagging up rappers and throwing rhymes in the trash can
They play the roll like they hard but yet sit off
Put me against the best and I'll 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, it's so
go all out if a chump tries to step to this
So hear the through 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 just like double
get bombarded if you come unprepared son
Cause yo (there's no 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 but a small fry
Weak MC up for a black guy
So provoke a saga
Cause you'll catch amnesia just like the central park
That's what happens cases gets drastic
I'll give you two options, or get that ass kicked
So, jot down before you hail a
MC getting shit sewn just a tailor
I get smooth, rough, rugged, raw, and
Too tough to bluff, so rough you just
Away, now can I get a hooray?
I say that you never would have thought to say
Rhymes poured enough so we can quench your thirst
I guarentee have you saying "kick another verse"
Or, if you feel not your style
I guarantee you'll be laid back with a Kool-Aid
On grill, you chill, I'm for real
As my rhyme fulfills Shel-Rumble got
I flaunt the on the mic the way a man should
Even old folks be (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 rock it a pioneer
So Harry-O (what's up?) You way far from
Won't you get on the mic and the people a little something

Yo, brothers the mic and plan on waxing me
But since they're no match to me they can't do to me
The great rap pros slay for fun
Bust like a gun so run son or get done
My rap style may change like a
As I bust ass with shit I last year
So MC's up and press your luck
I don't give a fuck, I roll like a fucking truck
I watch get silenced when it comes to a challenge
Cause the I kick is knocking niggas off balance
'em fall and crawl just like a baby
Heading for the door yelling "save me, me"
attempt to attack me, just shut your trap, B
Don't have me grab the mic and bust your ass like an acne
Cause ripping is simple
I tear mics up while Rock rips the
A part, so don't up a seminar
Cause we'll bust your ass word to God, you can send
My no joke, and I'm hype, folks
So fuck around and get your turns and your broke
I no shorts here, this ain't last year
I'm getting swift, elevating in fast
I create rhymes and 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 bloody liver, make a rapper shiver and shake
So make no mistake stepping to the great
Rap pro, I get raw it's natural
My cousin sport a fade and half-moon, I an afro
Friends call my Harry-O, my name's Harry though
I scream on like the niggas did to Carry, so
(yeah yeah) my man, my cousin
I know you're going to kick shit

You thought I
When it comes to funky I'll show you who the boss is
(Yo rock that shit!) Hold your motherfucking horses
Wait up, hold up, I the low cut
If rap was a game I'd opponents on a doughnut
Funky warlord, top on the
Dissing Finesse, that is uncalled for
Brothers front and how they roll correct
the mic and think they pose a threat
Talking about all the brothers coulda killed
I don't if you're a New Jack or you're older than Sugar Hill
Cause I with no delay
I stomp you out, so be your way
You can't hang, you're still in the poke zone
You're helpless like a patient in an old folks
So up with my further adventures
I'll have it going on til I'm old dentures
I rock parties and tear the off of houses
I can't? Put your money where your mouth is
Give me a mic, let me clear my
Guaranteed I'll send you home
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 in two minutes flat
When it's showtime, MC's they don't fight
They start saying (Why he have to come 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 Sugar Ray, peace