Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

Yo, my nigga, Jamel Simmons, what the deal,
Gold D, Dig Dast, what's goin' What's goin' down?
goin' on? What's goin' on?
What's the deal, pa, you headed, son?
Yo, I'm 'bout to go to the and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy

Word? Ain't he a now, collectin' plates
At churches and shit that?
He's spittin' right now, baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin', show you, watch
You know I mean? He's a born again, hooligan, uh huh

I'm red rum, Run, brother, son earthquakin'
Industry shakin', you me? We money makin'
Your money fake, son, call you clay 'cuz you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons millions on the lay low

Platinum hailos, heads high from hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to my rhyme flow
She ain't we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name synonymous wit this
our passion, what?

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no
it Simmons Incorporated, since seventy-four
Lotta money in this fam, think it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him at Def Jam

Well, damn, how the do you think we livin'?
How you think it feel to be a
Christmas and Thanksgivin'
People know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this rap game be unstable

over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
It's only fair that we share naked papers
You can tell a cat serious rap and it ain't luck
If twenty years his first single, his name's stuck

seventy-four to ninety-nine, did novice's king
Wit a million MC's waitin' in
Keep a barrel on this if my man's and them rise

Now it up, uh

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now hold up, now up, now hold up

Now I walked on ice and fell
I spent my time in a plush
John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, by dawn
Got the to bear arm, ring the alarm

Another sound boy dyin', hot
flyin' out the hardware appliance
Baby cryin', sobbin' and grievin'
You was at odds wit them kids till they made it
Let down ya guard, yes, you did, now you breathin'

Too unaware, open on a duck
We don't give a what, yo, best best to it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, phony
Some hump free, they mad
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset

Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for track, right?
Futuristic G type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't last punk, little boy
Stylin' mad chump, ain't no wins
This extreme, know what I mean?
Gettin' royalties, 'Down With The

Crack, crack, in the cradle
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, in the spoon
boy blue, higher than the moon
Will he, will he want a weapons, will he want the
I come to school and lay down the

Two, two, two, channel empty guzzle, brake gallons of
Shorty wit the forty, once sport in the
Co-co-corner, black as a
Didn't wanna call my momma in Savannah

I dynamite ignite, turn off lights
Recite spit poetry type, get my squad hype
Get a hundred blast from funkmaster, ya life

Time to go now, show these fake the way to go down
'Down The King', like Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see? and test me
about a million MC's to wet me

For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, the five
Wit the red eye, talkin' too much
Tape 'em up, leave 'em hog

You about it way too hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll wit gats
Peep chicks huggin' the sacks, scratchin' the back
I'mma in a shack, y'all cats is feedin' the fish

Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga, leave you ripped
And I'm 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleedin' lips
Bet I these chips and a C.L.K.
After I hang plaques in the wit Run, D and Jay

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now hold up, up