Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) D}]
Yo my Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's down)
{Aight, what's goin on, what's on
What's the deal pa, where you headed
(Yo I'm to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy)
{Word?} 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? He's a again, hooligan)

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

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it rap no more
Call it Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, 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 feel to be a
Christmas and Thanksgiving
People know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap game be
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the of neighbors
only fair that we share those naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it luck
If 20 years after his single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did to king, wit a million
waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my and them rise

Man]
Now it up, uh

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

[Method
Now I walked on ice and fell
I spent my time in a hotel
John-John Phenomenon, but calm
Word to my born, dead by
Got the right to arm, ring the alarm!
Another boy dyin, hot irons
flyin out the hardware appliance
Baby cryin, sobbin 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 a what
Yo best to give it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, phony
Some hump free, mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset
Jam Master Jay a trophy for this track, right?
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?
Gettin royalty, With the King+!!!

[D.M.C.]
Crack, crack, cracks in the
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, in the spoon
Little Boy Blue higher than the
Will he, will he want a weapons, he wanted the wound
I come to and lay down the rules
Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake of drop
Shorty wit the forty, once in the dark
Co-co-corner, as a goner
Didn't really call my momma in Savannah

[Mike
I spit dynamite turn off lights
Recite, poetry type, get my squad physically hype
Get a hundred from Funkmaster, crush ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, these fake rappers the way to go down
Down With The Kings, Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, and test me
Take 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
Tape 'em up, 'em hog tied

Cash]
You thinkin it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats
Peep chicks the sacks, yours scratchin the back
shark in a shack, y'all cats is feedin the fish
Now hate and feed wit clips, that leave 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 in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

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