Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast 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 and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, plates
At churches and
(He's spittin flames 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, brother son,
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We makin
Your money fake son, I'll 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 on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain't know we only like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit cash
our passion... what!?

Yo basically I'm to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in 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 think it feel to be a
Imagine Christmas and
People know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap game be
Went over to wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
It's only fair 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
MC's in line
Keep a barrel on album if my man's and them rise

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

Man]
Now I on ice and never fell
I spent my in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but
Word to my born, dead by
Got the right to arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot
Slugs flyin out the hardware
Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and
You was at aws wit them kids till they it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely
To unaware, open season on a duck, we give a what
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 mosey
Jam Master Jay a trophy for this track, right?
G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't last punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, no wins here
This sport's extreme, know I mean?
royalty, +Down With the King+!!!

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

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

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

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