Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

Yo, my nigga, Simmons, what the deal, nigga?
D, Dig Dast, what's goin' down? 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 studio and lay hit
Wit my Run, boy

Word? Ain't he a now, collectin' plates
At and shit like that?
spittin' flames right now, baby
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 kiddin' me? We money
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 hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme
She ain't know we only glamorous Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name wit this cash
our passion, what?

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it rap no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since
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 we livin'?
How you it feel to be a Simmons?
Imagine and Thanksgivin'
wanna 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 luck
If twenty years after his first single, his name's

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

Now it up, uh

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up, now hold up, now hold up

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

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

Too unaware, season on a duck
We give a what, yo, best best to give it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, phony
Some hump free, they mad
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset

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

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

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

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

Time to go now, show fake rappers the way to go down
'Down With The King', like 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 fly, freein' the five
Wit the red eye, niggas too much
'em up, leave 'em hog tied

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

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

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up, hold up