Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's down)
{Aight, what's goin on, goin on
What's the deal pa, where you son?}
(Yo I'm to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy)
Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and
(He's spittin right now baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin, I'm show you,
He's a born again, hooligan)

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

Yo basically I'm here to rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, '74
Lotta money in this fam, about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him at Def Jam
Well damn, how the you think we livin?
How you it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and
People wanna why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did whole rap game be unstable
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the of neighbors
It's fair that we share those naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it luck
If 20 years his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did to king, wit a million
MC's in line
Keep a barrel on this if my man's and them rise

Man]
Now it up, uh

2X: Run]
Run really ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live,
Now wanna ya go live, live
Now up

Man]
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 arm, ring the alarm!
Another boy dyin, hot irons
flyin out the hardware appliance
Baby mamma cryin, and grievin
You was at aws wit kids till they made it even
Let ya guard, yes you did, now you barely breathin
To unaware, open season on a duck, we don't give a
Yo best to give it up
Sho indeed, Run D's MC's, they phony
hump free, they mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset
Jam Master Jay deserve a for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if yo girlfriend
She wasn't last punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins
This sport's extreme, 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 Blue than 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, black as a
Didn't really wanna call my in Savannah

[Mike
I spit dynamite ignite off lights
Recite, poetry type, get my squad physically hype
Get a hundred blast Funkmaster, crush ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go
Down With The Kings, 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 fly, freein the five
Wit the red eye, niggas to much
Tape 'em up, leave 'em hog

Cash]
You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get wit the Gods
Kenny Cash, the cat, but it'll ride wit gats
Peep chicks the sacks, yours 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, crushed wit bleadin lips
Bet I, leave chips, and a C.L.K.
After I hang in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

4X]