Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

Yo, my nigga, Simmons, what the deal, nigga?
Gold D, Dig Dast, goin' down? What's goin' down?
What's goin' on? 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 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 makin'
Your money fake, son, I'll call you clay 'cuz you get's
Jamel and Joey Simmons millions on the lay low

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

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it rap no more
Call it 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 feel to be a
Christmas and Thanksgivin'
People wanna know why I on my brother's label
If I did this rap game be unstable

Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of
It's only fair that we share naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it luck
If twenty after his first single, his name's stuck

From seventy-four to ninety-nine, did novice's
Wit a million 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 make ya wanna drop,


Now hold up, now up, now hold up

Now I on ice and never fell
I my time in a plush hotel
John John Phenomenon, deadly but
Word to my born, by dawn
Got the right to arm, ring the alarm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You thinkin' about it way too hard, how to get wit the Gods
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 feedin' the

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

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up, hold up