Luyện nghe bài hát Show 'em How We Do Things

Aw yeah, I got from around the way in the house, you
Know what I'm saying? Yo 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 to rock right
Problem is don't be getting no spotlight
They got potential as as any others
So I'm a time out to kick it with them brothers
brothers are professional, crazy intellectual
Just some 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, that's the
I'm a kick this off just a football game
I'm stepping out my mic in my right hand
up rappers and throwing their rhymes in the trash can
They play the roll like hard but yet they sit off
Put me the best and I'll still get my shit off
I'm Simon so you'd better do what Simon says
I'm not Christopher Williams, but yo, I'm promises
My treacherous, it's so impetuous
I'll go all out if a tries to step to this
So hear the through the speakers
I get the ladies strung just like
I'm a who's too hard to touch
Cause if you try my crew we'll jump in like double dutch
You'll get if you come unprepared son
yo (there's no such thing 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
Weak MC coming up for a guy
So don't provoke a
Cause you'll amnesia just like the central park jogger
That's what happens when cases drastic
I'll you two options, step or get that ass kicked
So, jot this before you hail a
MC getting shit 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 that you never have thought to say
Rhymes poured enough so we can quench your thirst
I I'll have you saying "kick another verse"
Or, if you feel that's not style
I guarantee you'll be laid back with a Kool-Aid
On your grill, you chill, I'm for
As my fulfills Shel-Rumble got skills
I the gift 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 (what's up?) You way far from fronting
Won't you get on the mic and show the people a little

Yo, brothers grab the mic and plan on me
But since they're no to me they 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 like a cashier
As I bust ass with shit I wrote last
So MC's step up and press your
I give 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 knocking off balance
Watch 'em fall and crawl just a baby
Heading for the yelling "save me, save me"
Don't attempt to me, just shut your trap, B
Don't have me grab the mic and bust 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 your ass word to God, you can send Allah
My no joke, and I'm hype, folks
So fuck and get your turns and your mics broke
I take no shorts here, this ain't year
I'm swift, elevating in fast gear
I create rhymes and kick them, never I fall victim, yo
Brothers the rap pro can flow
And rap norm, both off and on
You couldn't me off if I was hooked to a platform
I get raw like bloody liver, make a rapper shiver and
So make no mistake you're stepping to the
Rap pro, I get raw cause natural
My cousin sport a fade and half-moon, I sport an
call my Harry-O, my real name's Harry though
I on rapper like the niggas did to Carry, so
Finesse (yeah yeah) my man, my
I know you're going to kick shit

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