Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

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

Yo I'm here to rename 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 feel to be a
Imagine Christmas and
wanna 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 that we share those naked
You can tell a cat about rap and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his stuck
From '74 to '99, did to king, wit a million
waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them

Man]
Now it up, uh

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

[Method
Now I walked on ice and never
I spent my time in a hotel
John-John Phenomenon, but calm
Word to my born, dead by
Got the right to bear arm, the alarm!
sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the appliance
Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and
You was at aws wit them kids they made it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely
To unaware, open on a duck, we don't give a what
Yo best to give 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 trophy for this track,
Futuristic G past type, if that's yo
She last night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, no wins here
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 than the moon
he, will he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound
I to school and lay down the rules
Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake gallons of
Shorty wit the forty, once in the dark
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 physically hype
Get a hundred blast from Funkmaster, 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 and see, come and test me
Take about a MC's to wet me
For Run-D.M.C. I let fly, freein the five
Wit the red eye, talkin to much
'em up, leave 'em hog tied

[Kenny
You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get wit the Gods
Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats
Peep huggin the sacks, yours scratchin the back
I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is the fish
Now hate and wit clips, nigga that leave you ripped
And I'm leavin 'em dry, shit's crushed wit 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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