Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

Yo, my nigga, Jamel Simmons, the deal, nigga?
Gold D, Dig Dast, goin' down? What's goin' down?
What's 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? Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin'
At and shit like that?
He's spittin' right now, baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin', show you, watch
You know what I 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 you clay 'cuz you get's Play-Doh
and Joey Simmons holdin' millions on the lay low

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

Yo basically I'm to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, seventy-four
Lotta money in this fam, about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him at Def Jam

Well, damn, how the do you think we livin'?
How you it feel to be a Simmons?
Imagine Christmas and
People wanna why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap be unstable

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

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

Now it up, uh

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up, now hold up, now hold up

Now I walked on ice and fell
I spent my time in a hotel
John John Phenomenon, but calm
Word to my born, dead by
Got the right to bear arm, ring the

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

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

Jam Master Jay deserve a for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if that's yo
She last night punk, little boy
Stylin' mad chump, no wins here
sport's extreme, know what I mean?
Gettin' royalties, 'Down The King'

Crack, crack, cracks in the
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, in the spoon
boy blue, higher than the moon
Will he, will he want a weapons, will he want the
I come to 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 wanna my momma in Savannah

I dynamite ignite, turn off lights
Recite spit poetry type, get my 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? and test me
about a million MC's to wet me

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

You about it way too hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Kenny Cash, the cat, but it'll ride wit gats
Peep chicks huggin' the sacks, scratchin' the back
I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is feedin' the

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

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up, hold up