Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

Yo, my nigga, Jamel Simmons, the deal, nigga?
Gold D, Dig Dast, what's goin' What's goin' down?
What's goin' on? 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? he a Reverend now, collectin' plates
At and shit like that?
He's flames right now, baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin', I'ma you, watch
You know what I mean? He's a 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 'cuz you Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons millions on the lay low

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

Yo basically I'm to rename rap, it ain't 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 hell do you we livin'?
How you it feel to be a Simmons?
Imagine Christmas and
wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap game be

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 ain't
If twenty years after his first single, his 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 ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now hold up, now up, now hold up

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

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

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

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

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, empty guzzle, brake gallons of drop
Shorty wit the forty, sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, black as a
really wanna call my momma in Savannah

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

Time to go now, show these fake the way to go down
'Down With The King', like down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see? Come and me
Take about a million to wet me

For Run-D.M.C. I let fly, freein' 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
shark in a shack, y'all cats is feedin' the fish

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

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now hold up, up