Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

Yo, my nigga, Jamel Simmons, what the deal,
Gold D, Dig Dast, what's goin' down? goin' down?
goin' on? What's goin' on?
What's the deal, pa, you headed, son?
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 flames right now, baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin', show you, watch
You know what I mean? He's a again, hooligan, uh huh

I'm red rum, Run, brother, son earthquakin'
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, hero heads high hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my flow
She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat fashion
Simmons synonymous wit this cash
our passion, what?

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

Well, damn, how the hell do you think we
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 whole rap be unstable

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

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

Now it up, uh

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now hold up, now hold up, now up

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

sound boy dyin', hot irons
Slugs flyin' out the hardware
Baby cryin', sobbin' and grievin'
You was at odds wit them kids till 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, Run D's MC's, they phony
Some hump free, mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset

Jam Jay deserve a trophy for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if yo girlfriend
She wasn't night punk, little boy
Stylin' mad chump, ain't no wins
This sport's extreme, know I mean?
royalties, 'Down With The King'

Crack, crack, in the cradle
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, in the spoon
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, gallons of drop
Shorty wit the forty, sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, as a goner
Didn't really wanna call my momma in

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

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

For Run-D.M.C. I let fly, freein' the five
Wit the red eye, niggas 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 huggin' the sacks, your's scratchin' the
I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is the fish

Now hate and 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 make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up, hold up