Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's 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)
Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
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
shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you 'cause you get's Play-Doh
and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads high hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my 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 ain't rap no
Call it Simmons Incorporated, '74
Lotta money in 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
wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap game be
Went over to wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
It's fair that we share those naked papers
You can tell a cat serious about rap and it luck
If 20 years after his first single, his stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a
MC's waitin in
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 ya go live, live
Now wanna make ya go live,
Now up

Man]
Now I walked on ice and never
I spent my in a plush hotel
Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, by dawn
Got the to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs out the hardware appliance
Baby cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids till they it even
Let ya guard, yes you did, now you barely 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, phony
Some hump free, mad bogey
up ya horse, if the sunset mosey
Jam Master Jay a trophy for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if 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, in the cradle
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Little Boy Blue higher the moon
Will he, will he a weapons, will he wanted the wound
I to school and lay down the rules
Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake of drop
Shorty wit the forty, sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, as a goner
Didn't really wanna my momma in Savannah

[Mike
I spit ignite turn off lights
Recite, spit poetry type, get my squad hype
Get a hundred blast Funkmaster, crush ya life
Time to go now, show these fake 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, freein the
Wit the red eye, talkin to much
Tape 'em up, 'em hog tied

[Kenny
You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get down wit the
Kenny Cash, the cat, but it'll ride wit gats
Peep huggin the sacks, yours scratchin the back
shark 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, leave chips, and a C.L.K.
After I plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

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