Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's 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)
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 you, watch
Youknowhatimean? a born again, hooligan)

[Jamel
I'm red rum, Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We makin
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 from hydro
Hit the on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat Farm
Simmons name sinamous wit cash
our passion... what!?

Yo basically I'm here to rap, it ain't rap no more
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 think it feel to be a
Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna know why I ain't on my label
If I did this whole rap be unstable
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the of neighbors
It's only that 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 stuck
From '74 to '99, did to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in
Keep a barrel on this if my man's and them rise

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

[Method
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 right to arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot
Slugs flyin out the appliance
Baby cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids till 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, they mad
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset
Jam Jay deserve a trophy for this track, right?
G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
She last night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins
This sport's extreme, know what I
royalty, +Down With the King+!!!

[D.M.C.]
Crack, crack, cracks in the
Cracks, in the
in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
Little Boy Blue than the moon
Will he, will he want a weapons, will he wanted the
I come to school and lay down the
Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake of drop
wit the forty, once sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, as a goner
really wanna call my momma in Savannah

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

[Kenny
You about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Cash, the Bronx 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 feed wit clips, that leave you ripped
And I'm leavin 'em dry, shit's wit bleadin lips
Bet I, leave chips, and a C.L.K.
After I hang plaques in the wit Run, D and Jay

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