Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast goin down, what's goin down)
{Aight, what's on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you son?}
(Yo I'm to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy)
Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and
(He's spittin right now baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin, I'm you, watch
Youknowhatimean? a born again, hooligan)

[Jamel
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son,
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We makin
Your fake son, I'll call you clay '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 diss my rhyme
She know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this
our passion... what!?

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no
Call it Simmons Incorporated, '74
Lotta in this 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 to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and
People wanna know why I ain't on my label
If I did whole rap game be unstable
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the of neighbors
It's only fair that we share those naked
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 in line
Keep a barrel on album if my man's and them rise

Man]
Now it up, uh

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

[Method
Now I walked on ice and fell
I spent my time in a plush
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but
to my born, dead by dawn
Got the to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot
Slugs flyin out the appliance
Baby cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit them till they made it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely
To unaware, season on a duck, we don't give a what
Yo best to give it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, phony
hump free, they mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset
Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track,
G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no here
This sport's extreme, what I mean?
royalty, +Down With the King+!!!

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

[Mike
I spit ignite turn off lights
Recite, spit type, get my squad physically hype
Get a hundred blast from Funkmaster, crush ya
+Blast+ Time to go now, show these rappers the way to go down
Down With The Kings, like down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, and test me
Take about a million 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 about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll wit gats
Peep chicks huggin the sacks, yours scratchin the
I'mma in a shack, y'all cats is feedin the fish
Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga that you ripped
And I'm 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleadin lips
Bet I, these chips, and a C.L.K.
After I hang plaques in the wit Run, D and Jay

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