Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

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

[Jamel
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, son, earthquakin
Industry shakin, you me? We money makin
Your money fake son, call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Simmons holdin millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads high from
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 cash
our passion... what!?

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

Man]
Now it up, uh

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

Man]
Now I on ice and never fell
I my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but
Word to my born, dead by
Got the right to bear arm, the alarm!
Another boy dyin, hot irons
flyin out the hardware appliance
Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and
You was at aws wit them till they made it even
Let ya guard, yes you did, now you barely 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
up ya horse, if the sunset mosey
Jam Master Jay a trophy for this track, right?
Futuristic G type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't last punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins
This sport's extreme, know what I
Gettin royalty, +Down the King+!!!

[D.M.C.]
Crack, crack, in the cradle
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, in the spoon
Boy Blue 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 empty guzzle, brake of drop
wit the forty, once sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, black as a
really wanna call my momma in Savannah

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

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