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?
What's on? What's goin' on?
the deal, pa, where you headed, son?
Yo, I'm 'bout to go to the and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy

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

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

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

Yo basically I'm to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since
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 to be a Simmons?
Christmas and Thanksgivin'
People wanna know why I on my brother's label
If I did this rap game be unstable

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

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

Now it up, uh

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now hold up, now hold up, now up

Now I on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a 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
mamma cryin', sobbin' and grievin'
You was at odds wit them kids till made it even
Let ya guard, yes, you did, now you barely 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
Saddle up ya horse, if the mosey

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

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 come to school and lay the rules

Two, two, two, channel empty guzzle, brake of drop
Shorty wit the forty, 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 type, get my squad physically hype
Get a hundred blast funkmaster, crushin' ya life

Time to go now, show fake rappers the way to go down
'Down With The King', Smokey down wit Motown
Who come and see? Come and test me
Take about a million to wet me

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

You thinkin' about it way too hard, how to get 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 hate and wit clips, nigga, that leave you ripped
And I'm leavin' 'em dry, shit's crushed wit 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 make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now hold up, up