Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast goin down, what's goin down)
{Aight, what's goin on, goin on
What's the deal pa, you headed 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 flames right now
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin, I'm you, watch
He's a born again, hooligan)

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

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it rap no more
it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him at Def Jam
Well damn, how the you think we livin?
How you think it feel to be a
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 naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't
If 20 after his first single, his name's stuck
'74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million
MC's in line
Keep a 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 make ya go live,
Now wanna ya go live, live
Now up

Man]
Now I on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but
to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to arm, ring the alarm!
sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the appliance
Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and
You was at aws wit them kids they made it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely
To unaware, open 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
Some hump free, mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the mosey
Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track,
Futuristic G type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't night punk, little boy
mad chump, ain't no wins here
This sport's extreme, know what I
Gettin royalty, With the King+!!!

[D.M.C.]
Crack, crack, in the cradle
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Little Boy Blue higher the moon
Will he, he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound
I come to and lay down the rules
Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, 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 dynamite ignite turn off lights
Recite, spit type, get my squad physically hype
Get a blast from Funkmaster, crush ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, show these fake the way to go down
Down With The Kings, Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, come and me
Take 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
Tape 'em up, leave 'em hog

Cash]
You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get wit the Gods
Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats
Peep chicks the sacks, yours scratchin the back
shark in a shack, y'all cats is feedin the fish
Now and feed wit clips, nigga 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 plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

4X]