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, goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy)
{Word?} he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At and shit?
(He's flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin, I'm show you,
He's a born again, hooligan)

[Jamel
I'm red rum, Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry shakin, you me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads from hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my flow
She ain't know we glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name wit this cash
our passion... what!?

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it 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
damn, how the hell you think we livin?
How you think it to be a Simmons
Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna know why I on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap be unstable
over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
It's only that we share those naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't
If 20 years after his first single, his name's
From '74 to '99, did to king, wit a million
waitin in line
Keep a on this album if my man's and them rise

Man]
Now it up, uh

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

Man]
Now I walked on ice and never
I spent my time in a hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but
to my born, dead by dawn
Got the to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot
flyin out the hardware appliance
Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and
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 don't give a
Yo best to give it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they
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, no wins here
This sport's extreme, what I mean?
Gettin royalty, With the King+!!!

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

[Mike
I spit dynamite ignite turn off
Recite, poetry type, get my squad physically hype
Get a blast from Funkmaster, crush ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, show fake rappers the way to go down
Down With The Kings, like 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, freein the
Wit the red eye, niggas talkin to
'em up, leave 'em hog tied

[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 huggin the sacks, scratchin the back
shark in a shack, y'all cats is feedin the fish
Now hate and feed wit clips, that leave you ripped
And I'm leavin 'em dry, 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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