Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig what's goin down, what's goin down)
{Aight, goin 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 and shit?
(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, son, earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We makin
Your money fake son, call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons millions on the lay low
hailos, hero heads 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 sinamous wit this
our passion... what!?

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it rap no more
it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta 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 it feel to be a Simmons
Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna know why I ain't on my label
If I did this whole rap game be
Went to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
It's only fair that we those naked papers
You can tell a cat serious rap and it ain't luck
If 20 years his first single, his name's 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 rise

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

[Method
Now I walked on ice and never
I spent my time in a plush
John-John Phenomenon, but calm
to my born, dead by dawn
Got the to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs out the hardware appliance
Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and
You was at aws wit kids till they made it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you breathin
To unaware, open season on a duck, we don't a what
Yo best to give it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, phony
Some free, they mad bogey
up ya horse, if the sunset mosey
Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for track, right?
Futuristic G type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no here
This sport's extreme, know I mean?
Gettin royalty, With the King+!!!

[D.M.C.]
Crack, crack, cracks in the
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Boy Blue higher than the moon
Will he, he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound
I come to school and lay down the
Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake gallons of
Shorty wit the forty, once sport in the
Co-co-corner, as a goner
really wanna call my momma in Savannah

[Mike
I dynamite ignite turn off lights
Recite, spit poetry type, get my squad physically
Get a hundred blast from Funkmaster, ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, show these rappers the way to go down
With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown
Who come and see, come and test me
about a million MC's to wet me
For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, the five
Wit the red eye, talkin to much
Tape 'em up, 'em hog tied

Cash]
You about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats
Peep chicks the sacks, yours scratchin the back
I'mma in a shack, y'all cats is feedin 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, these chips, and a C.L.K.
After I plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

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