Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

Yo, my nigga, Simmons, what the deal, nigga?
Gold D, Dig Dast, what's down? What's goin' down?
What's on? What's 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, plates
At and shit like that?
He's spittin' flames right now,
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin', I'ma you, watch
You know what I mean? 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, I'll call you 'cuz you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons millions on the lay low

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

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no
Call it Simmons Incorporated, 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 we livin'?
How you it feel to be a Simmons?
Imagine Christmas and
People wanna know why I on my brother's label
If I did whole rap game be unstable

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

seventy-four to ninety-nine, did novice's king
Wit a million waitin' in line
Keep a on this album 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 hold up, now hold up, now up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You thinkin' it way too hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats
Peep chicks the sacks, your's scratchin' the back
I'mma shark in a shack, cats is feedin' the fish

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

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up, hold up