Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

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

Word? Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin'
At churches and shit like
He's flames right now, baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin', I'ma show you,
You what 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 fake, son, I'll call you clay 'cuz you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey holdin' millions on the lay low

Platinum hailos, hero heads high hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to my rhyme flow
She ain't know we glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
name synonymous wit this cash
It's our passion,

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

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

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

From seventy-four to ninety-nine, did 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 make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up, now hold up, now hold up

Now I walked on ice and never
I my time in a plush hotel
John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, the alarm

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

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

Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track,
Futuristic G past type, if yo girlfriend
She wasn't night punk, little boy
Stylin' mad chump, ain't no wins
This sport's extreme, know I mean?
Gettin' royalties, 'Down The King'

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

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

I spit dynamite ignite, off lights
Recite spit poetry type, get my physically hype
Get a hundred blast funkmaster, crushin' ya life

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

For Run-D.M.C. I let fly, freein' the five
Wit the red eye, niggas too much
Tape 'em up, 'em hog tied

You thinkin' 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, your's scratchin' the
I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is feedin' the

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

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up, hold up