Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig what's goin down, what's goin down)
{Aight, what's goin on, goin 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?} Ain't he a Reverend now, plates
At churches and
(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, Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money
Your money fake son, call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads from hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to my rhyme flow
She know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this
our passion... what!?

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

[Method
Now it up, uh

2X: Run]
Run really ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna ya go live, live
Now wanna ya go live, 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 to bear arm, ring the alarm!
sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
mamma cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids till they it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you 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, phony
Some hump free, mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset
Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for track, right?
Futuristic G type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't last punk, little boy
mad chump, ain't no wins here
This sport's extreme, what I mean?
Gettin royalty, +Down the King+!!!

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

Ransom]
I spit ignite turn off lights
Recite, spit poetry type, get my physically hype
Get a hundred from Funkmaster, crush ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, show these fake the way to go down
With The Kings, like Smokey 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, freein the
Wit the red eye, niggas to much
Tape 'em up, 'em hog tied

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

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