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, where you headed,
Yo, I'm 'bout to go to the and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy

Word? he a Reverend now, collectin' plates
At churches and shit like
spittin' flames right now, baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin', show you, watch
You know I mean? He's a born again, hooligan, uh huh

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

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

Yo basically I'm to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, 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 we livin'?
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 whole rap game be

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

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 them

Now it up, uh

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up, now hold up, now hold up

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

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

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

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

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

Two, two, two, channel empty guzzle, brake gallons of
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, off lights
Recite spit poetry type, get my squad physically
Get a hundred blast funkmaster, crushin' 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? Come and me
Take about a million to wet me

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

You thinkin' about it way too hard, how to get down wit the
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but ride wit gats
Peep huggin' the sacks, your's scratchin' the back
I'mma in a shack, y'all cats 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 leave these and a C.L.K.
I hang plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up, hold up