Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

Yo, my nigga, Jamel Simmons, what the deal,
Gold D, Dig Dast, goin' down? What's goin' 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? he a Reverend now, collectin' plates
At churches and shit 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? a born again, hooligan, uh huh

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

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

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it rap no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, seventy-four
Lotta money in 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 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
It's only fair we share those naked papers
You can tell a cat serious rap and it ain't luck
If years after his first single, his name's stuck

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

Now it up, uh

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now hold up, now up, now hold up

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

Another boy dyin', hot irons
Slugs out the hardware appliance
Baby mamma cryin', 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, open on a duck
We don't give a what, yo, best best to it up
Sho indeed, Run D's MC's, they phony
Some 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, no wins here
sport's extreme, know what I mean?
Gettin' royalties, 'Down The King'

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

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 my momma in Savannah

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

Time to go now, show fake rappers the way to go down
With The King', like Smokey 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 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 it'll wit gats
Peep chicks huggin' the sacks, your's scratchin' the
I'mma shark in a shack, cats is feedin' the fish

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

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now hold up, up