Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) D}]
Yo my nigga Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, goin down)
{Aight, what's goin on, what's on
What's the deal pa, where you son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay hit
Wit my Run, boy)
{Word?} 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 you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He's a again, hooligan)

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

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no
Call it 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 it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine and Thanksgiving
People wanna why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap game be
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the 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 after his first single, his 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 them

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

[Method
Now I on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a hotel
Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by
Got the right to bear arm, the alarm!
sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
Baby mamma cryin, and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids till they made it
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you breathin
To unaware, season on a duck, we don't give a what
Yo best to give it up
Sho indeed, Run D's MC's, they phony
Some free, they mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset
Jam Master Jay deserve a for this track, right?
G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
She last night punk, little boy
mad chump, ain't no wins here
This extreme, know what I mean?
Gettin royalty, With the King+!!!

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

Ransom]
I spit dynamite turn off lights
Recite, spit poetry type, get my squad hype
Get a hundred blast Funkmaster, crush ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, these fake rappers the way to go down
Down With The Kings, Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, come and me
about a million MC's to wet me
For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, the five
Wit the red eye, niggas 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
chicks huggin 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 that leave you
And I'm leavin 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleadin
Bet I, these chips, and a C.L.K.
After I plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

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