Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

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

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

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

Platinum hailos, hero high from 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 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 money in this fam, think it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him at Def Jam

Well, damn, how the do you think we livin'?
How you think it feel to be a
Imagine and Thanksgivin'
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 a cat serious about rap and it ain't luck
If twenty years after his 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 rise

Now it up, uh

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya 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 John Phenomenon, but calm
Word to my born, by dawn
Got the right to arm, ring the alarm

Another boy dyin', hot irons
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 barely

Too unaware, season on a duck
We don't give a what, yo, 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 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 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 than the
Will he, will he a weapons, will he want the wound?
I come to school and lay the rules

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

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, these fake rappers the way to go down
'Down With The King', like Smokey down wit
Who come and see? Come and test 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
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 it'll wit gats
Peep chicks the sacks, your's scratchin' the back
I'mma shark in a shack, cats is feedin' the fish

Now and feed 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 drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up, hold up