Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

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

Word? he a Reverend now, collectin' plates
At churches and like that?
spittin' flames right now, baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin', I'ma you, watch
You know what I He's a born again, hooligan, uh huh

I'm red rum, Run, brother, son earthquakin'
Industry shakin', you kiddin' me? We makin'
Your money fake, son, I'll call you clay 'cuz you get's
Jamel and Simmons holdin' millions 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 name synonymous wit this
our passion, what?

Yo I'm here to rename 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?
Christmas and Thanksgivin'
People wanna know why I on my brother's label
If I did this rap game be unstable

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

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

Now it up, uh

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now hold up, now up, now hold up

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

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

Too unaware, open season on a
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
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset

Jam Master Jay deserve a for this track, right?
G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
She last night punk, little boy
Stylin' mad chump, ain't no wins
sport's extreme, know 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 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 guzzle, brake gallons of drop
wit the forty, once sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, as a goner
Didn't really wanna call my momma in

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

Time to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go
'Down With The King', Smokey down wit Motown
Who come and see? Come and test me
Take a million MC's to wet me

For Run-D.M.C. I let fly, freein' 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 Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit
chicks huggin' 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 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleedin' lips
Bet I leave chips and a C.L.K.
After I hang in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now hold up, up