Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

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

Word? Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin'
At churches and shit like
He's spittin' flames right now,
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin', I'ma show you,
You know what I mean? He's a again, hooligan, uh huh

I'm red rum, Run, brother, son earthquakin'
Industry shakin', you kiddin' me? We money
Your money fake, son, I'll call you 'cuz you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey holdin' millions on the lay low

Platinum hailos, hero heads from hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my flow
She ain't know we only glamorous like Farm fashion
Simmons synonymous wit this cash
our passion, what?

Yo I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
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 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 whole rap be unstable

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

From to ninety-nine, did novice's king
Wit a MC's waitin' 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 on ice and never fell
I my time in a plush hotel
John John Phenomenon, deadly but
to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, the alarm

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

Too unaware, open season on a
We don't give a what, yo, best best to it up
Sho indeed, Run D's MC's, they phony
hump free, they 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 last punk, little boy
Stylin' mad chump, ain't no here
This sport's extreme, what I mean?
Gettin' royalties, 'Down With The

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

Two, two, two, channel empty guzzle, gallons of drop
wit the forty, once sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, as a goner
Didn't really wanna my momma in Savannah

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

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

For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, freein' the
Wit the red eye, niggas too much
Tape 'em up, 'em hog tied

You thinkin' 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 in a shack, y'all cats is feedin' the fish

Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga, that you ripped
And I'm leavin' 'em dry, shit's wit bleedin' lips
Bet I these 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 drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up, hold up