Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

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

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

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

Platinum hailos, hero 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
It's our passion,

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it rap no more
it Simmons Incorporated, since seventy-four
Lotta in this 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 and Thanksgivin'
People know why I ain't 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 fair that we share those papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't
If twenty years after his first single, his name's

From to ninety-nine, did novice's king
Wit a million MC's in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them

Now it up, uh

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now hold up, now hold up, now 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 right to bear arm, the alarm

Another sound boy dyin', hot
Slugs out the hardware appliance
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 on a duck
We give a what, yo, best best to give it up
Sho indeed, Run D's MC's, they phony
Some hump free, they mad
up ya horse, if the sunset mosey

Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track,
Futuristic G type, if that's 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, With The King'

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

Two, two, two, empty guzzle, brake gallons of drop
Shorty wit the forty, once sport in the
Co-co-corner, as a goner
really wanna call my momma in Savannah

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

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

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

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


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up, hold up