Luyện nghe bài hát Show 'em How We Do Things

Aw yeah, I got brothers around the way in the house, you
Know 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 in the house
Yo, yo, we do it like this, check it out

I know some brothers with the skills to right
Problem is they don't be no spotlight
They got potential as good as any
So I'm a take 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 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, the name
I'm a kick this off just like a game
I'm stepping out with my mic in my right
Bagging up rappers and throwing their rhymes in the 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 Simon so you'd better do what Simon
I'm not Christopher Williams, but yo, I'm making
My style's treacherous, so impetuous
go all out if a chump tries to step to this
So the flavor through the speakers
I get the ladies just like sneakers
I'm a brother who's too to touch
Cause if you try my crew we'll in just like double dutch
You'll get bombarded if you unprepared son
Cause yo (there's no thing as a fair one)
So step, to a fucking crack tooth
Rhymes are insulated, 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 catch amnesia just like the central park jogger
That's what when cases gets drastic
I'll give you two options, or get that ass kicked
So, jot this before you hail 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 shit you never would have thought to say
Rhymes poured just enough so we can your thirst
I guarentee I'll you saying "kick another verse"
Or, if you feel that's not style
I guarantee you'll be laid back with a smile
On grill, you chill, I'm for real
As my fulfills Shel-Rumble got skills
I the gift on the mic the way a man should
Even old be saying (that boy is damn good)
I flow so perfectly
That's why so motherfuckers worship me
I got skills, but not why I'm here
I'm here to let you 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 the mic and plan on waxing me
But since they're no to me they can't do jack to me
The great rap pros slay for fun
Bust rhymes like a gun so run son or get
My rap style may change a cashier
As I bust ass shit I wrote last year
So MC's step up and press your
I don't give a fuck, I roll like a fucking Tonka
I MC's get silenced when it comes to a challenge
Cause the shit I is knocking niggas off balance
'em fall and crawl just like a baby
Heading for the door "save me, save me"
Don't attempt to attack me, shut your trap, B
Don't have me the mic and bust your ass like an acne pimple
Cause ripping shop is
I mics up while Rock rips the instrumental
A part, so start up a seminar
Cause we'll bust ass word to God, you can send Allah
My no joke, and I'm hype, folks
So fuck around and get turns and your mics broke
I take no shorts here, ain't last year
I'm getting swift, elevating in gear
I create rhymes and kick them, never I fall victim, yo
know the rap pro can flow
And rap norm, off and on platform
You turn me off if I was hooked to a platform
I get raw like liver, make a rapper shiver and shake
So no mistake you're 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 real Harry though
I scream on rapper like the did to Carry, so
Finesse (yeah yeah) my man, my
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 horses
Wait up, hold up, I the low cut
If rap was a game I'd opponents on a doughnut
warlord, top on the scoreboard
Dissing Finesse, shit is uncalled for
Brothers front and fret how they roll
Grab the mic and they pose a threat
about all the brothers they coulda killed
I don't care if you're a New Jack or you're older than Sugar
Cause I slay no delay
I stomp you out, so be your way
You can't hang, you're in the slow poke 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 roof off of
Think I Put your money where your mouth is
me a mic, let me clear my throat
Guaranteed I'll you home broke
Fast and quick 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 jack
I dust in two minutes flat
When it's showtime, MC's don't wanna fight
They start saying (Why he have to come at night?)
the Funky Man the brother with the new swing
Lord Finesse 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 like Sugar Ray, peace