Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal
(Gold D, Dig what's goin down, what's goin down)
{Aight, what's goin on, 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 Reverend now, collectin
At churches and
(He's spittin right now baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin, I'm show you,
Youknowhatimean? He's a 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 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 know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this
our passion... what!?

Yo basically I'm to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, '74
Lotta in this fam, think 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
Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did whole rap game be unstable
Went over to 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
waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them

[Method
Now it up, uh

[Chorus 2X:
Run really make ya wanna 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
Word to my born, dead by
Got the right to arm, ring the alarm!
Another boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the appliance
mamma cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids till made it even
Let ya guard, yes you did, now you barely breathin
To unaware, open season on a duck, we give a what
Yo best to give it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they
Some hump free, mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the mosey
Jam Jay deserve a trophy for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if that's yo
She wasn't night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no here
This sport's extreme, know what I
Gettin royalty, With the King+!!!

[D.M.C.]
Crack, crack, in the cradle
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Boy Blue higher than the moon
Will he, will he want a weapons, will he the wound
I come to school and lay the rules
Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake gallons of
Shorty wit the forty, once sport in the
Co-co-corner, black as a
Didn't really wanna call my in Savannah

Ransom]
I spit dynamite turn off lights
Recite, spit poetry type, get my squad hype
Get a hundred from Funkmaster, crush ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, show fake rappers the way to go down
Down With The Kings, like down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, and test me
Take about a 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, leave 'em hog

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

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