Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig what's goin down, what's goin down)
{Aight, what's on, what's goin on
the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay hit
Wit my Run, boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a now, collectin plates
At churches and
(He's spittin flames now baby
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, Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We makin
money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Simmons holdin millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero high from hydro
Hit the on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat Farm
Simmons name sinamous wit cash
our passion... what!?

Yo basically I'm here to rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, '74
money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him at Def Jam
damn, how the hell you think we livin?
How you think it to be a Simmons
Christmas and Thanksgiving
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 that we share those naked papers
You can tell a cat serious rap and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name's
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a
MC's waitin in
a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

Man]
Now I on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a plush
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but
Word to my born, by dawn
Got the to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot
flyin out the hardware appliance
Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and
You was at aws wit kids till they made it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you breathin
To unaware, open season on a duck, we don't give a
Yo best best to it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they
hump free, they mad bogey
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 wasn't last punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins
sport's extreme, know what I mean?
Gettin royalty, With the King+!!!

[D.M.C.]
Crack, crack, in the cradle
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Little Boy Blue higher than the
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
Shorty wit the forty, once in the dark
Co-co-corner, black as a
Didn't really wanna call my momma in

[Mike
I spit dynamite ignite off lights
Recite, spit poetry type, get my squad physically
Get a hundred blast from Funkmaster, ya life
Time to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go down
Down With The Kings, Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna and see, come and test me
about a million MC's to wet me
For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, the five
Wit the red eye, niggas to much
'em up, leave 'em hog tied

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

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