Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the nigga?
(Gold D, Dig what's goin down, what's goin down)
{Aight, goin 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)
Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin, I'm you, watch
Youknowhatimean? a born again, hooligan)

[Jamel
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, son, earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay you get's Play-Doh
and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads high from
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme
She ain't know we only glamorous like Farm fashion
Simmons sinamous wit this cash
our passion... what!?

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it rap no more
Call it Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him at Def Jam
Well damn, how the hell you think we
How you think it to be a Simmons
Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna know why I ain't on my brother's
If I did this whole rap be unstable
Went 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 20 after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a
MC's in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and rise

[Method
Now it up, uh

[Chorus 2X:
Run make ya wanna drop, drop
Now make ya go live, live
Now wanna make ya go live,
Now up

[Method
Now I on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a plush
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but
to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot
Slugs out the hardware appliance
Baby cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids till they it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely
To unaware, open season on a duck, we don't a what
Yo best to give it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, phony
hump free, they mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the mosey
Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track,
G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't last night punk, boy
Stylin mad chump, no wins here
This extreme, know what I mean?
royalty, +Down With the King+!!!

[D.M.C.]
Crack, crack, in the cradle
Cracks, in the
in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
Little Boy higher than the moon
Will he, will he want a weapons, he wanted the wound
I come to school and lay 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 my momma in Savannah

[Mike
I spit dynamite ignite turn off
Recite, spit poetry type, get my squad physically
Get a hundred from Funkmaster, crush ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, these fake rappers the way to go down
With The Kings, like Smokey 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 shells fly, freein the
Wit the red eye, niggas talkin to
Tape 'em up, 'em hog tied

Cash]
You about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats
Peep chicks huggin the sacks, yours scratchin the
I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is the fish
Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga that you ripped
And I'm leavin 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleadin
Bet I, these chips, and a C.L.K.
After I hang plaques in the wit Run, D and Jay

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