Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

Yo, my nigga, Simmons, what the deal, nigga?
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 to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy

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

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

Platinum hailos, hero heads high from
Hit the on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat Farm
Simmons name synonymous wit cash
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, 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 to be a Simmons?
Imagine Christmas and
People wanna know why I ain't on my label
If I did this whole rap game be

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

seventy-four to ninety-nine, did novice's king
Wit a million MC's in line
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 make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up, now hold up, now hold up

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

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

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

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

Crack, crack, cracks in the
Cracks, in the
in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
Little boy blue, than the moon
Will he, will he a weapons, will 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, sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, black as a
Didn't really wanna my momma in Savannah

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

Time to go now, these fake rappers the way to go down
'Down With The King', like Smokey wit Motown
Who wanna come and see? 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
Tape 'em up, leave 'em hog

You thinkin' about it way too hard, how to get down wit the
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but ride wit gats
Peep chicks huggin' the sacks, your's the back
I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is the fish

Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga, that leave you
And I'm 'em dry, shit's crushed 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 drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up, hold up