Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, goin down)
{Aight, what's 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)
{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 you, watch
He's a born again, hooligan)

[Jamel
I'm red rum, Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you 'cause 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 my rhyme flow
She ain't know we glamorous like Phat 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 this fam, 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 feel to be a
Imagine Christmas and
People wanna why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this rap game be unstable
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of
It's only that we share those naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it luck
If 20 years after his first single, his 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

[Chorus 2X:
Run really make ya drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live,
Now make ya go live, 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, by dawn
Got the to bear arm, ring the alarm!
sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
Baby mamma cryin, and grievin
You was at aws wit kids till they made 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 best to it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, phony
Some free, they mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the mosey
Jam Master Jay deserve a for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if yo girlfriend
She last night punk, little boy
mad chump, ain't no wins here
This sport's extreme, know what I
Gettin royalty, With the King+!!!

[D.M.C.]
Crack, crack, cracks in the
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Little Boy Blue than the moon
Will he, will he want a weapons, will he wanted the
I to school 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 wanna call my momma in

Ransom]
I spit dynamite ignite turn off
Recite, spit poetry type, get my squad physically
Get a hundred blast from Funkmaster, crush ya
+Blast+ to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go down
With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna and see, come and test me
Take about a million 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 Bronx cat, but it'll wit gats
Peep chicks huggin the sacks, yours the back
I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is the fish
Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga that leave you
And I'm 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleadin lips
Bet I, these chips, and a C.L.K.
After I hang in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

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