Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's down, what's goin down)
{Aight, what's goin on, goin 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?} Ain't he a Reverend now, plates
At and shit?
(He's spittin right now baby
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, Reverend Run, son, earthquakin
shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads high hydro
Hit the on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain't know we only glamorous Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit cash
our passion... what!?

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it rap no more
it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him at Def Jam
Well damn, how the hell you we livin?
How you think it feel to be a
Imagine Christmas and
wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this rap game be unstable
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of
It's fair that we share those naked papers
You can a cat serious about rap and it ain't luck
If 20 years his first single, his name's stuck
'74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in
a barrel on this album 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 make 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, dead by
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 made it
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely
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
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset
Jam Master Jay deserve a for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if yo girlfriend
She wasn't night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, no wins here
This sport's extreme, know what I
royalty, +Down With the King+!!!

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

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

Cash]
You thinkin it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll wit gats
Peep chicks the sacks, yours scratchin the back
I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is the fish
Now and feed wit clips, nigga that leave you ripped
And I'm leavin 'em dry, shit's crushed wit lips
Bet I, leave chips, and a C.L.K.
After I hang in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

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