Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

Yo, my nigga, Simmons, what the deal, nigga?
Gold D, Dig Dast, what's 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 Reverend now, plates
At churches and like that?
He's spittin' flames right now,
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 'cuz you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons millions on the lay low

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

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

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

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

Now it up, uh

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now hold up, now hold up, now up

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

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

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 sunset

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

Crack, crack, in the cradle
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Little boy blue, higher than the
Will he, 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, as a goner
Didn't really wanna call my in Savannah

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

to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go down
'Down With The King', like down wit Motown
Who wanna and see? 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, talkin' too much
Tape 'em up, leave 'em hog

You thinkin' it way too hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll wit gats
Peep huggin' 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 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 make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up, hold up