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?
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? he a Reverend now, collectin' plates
At churches and shit like
He's spittin' right now, baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin', I'ma show you,
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, call you clay 'cuz you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin' on the lay low

Platinum hailos, hero heads high from
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
Lotta money in fam, think 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 know why I ain't on my label
If I did whole rap game be unstable

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

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

Now it up, uh

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now hold up, now hold up, now up

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

Another sound boy dyin', hot
Slugs flyin' out the hardware
Baby mamma cryin', and grievin'
You was at odds wit them kids till made it even
Let down ya guard, yes, you did, now you barely

Too unaware, open on a duck
We give a what, yo, best 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 trophy for track, right?
G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't last punk, little boy
mad chump, ain't no wins 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, cokes in the
boy blue, higher than the moon
Will he, will he want a weapons, he want the wound?
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
really wanna call my momma in Savannah

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

Time to go now, show these rappers the way to go down
With The King', like Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna come and 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 wit the Gods
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit
Peep chicks the sacks, your's scratchin' the back
shark in a shack, y'all cats is feedin' the fish

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

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now hold up, up