Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig what's goin down, what's goin down)
{Aight, what's goin on, what's on
What's the pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy)
{Word?} he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and
(He's spittin flames now baby
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, Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We makin
Your money son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and 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 we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this
our passion... what!?

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no
it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him at Def Jam
damn, how the hell you think we livin?
How you it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine and Thanksgiving
People know 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 share those naked
You can tell a cat about rap and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his first single, his name's
From '74 to '99, did to king, wit a million
waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my and them rise

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

Man]
Now I walked on ice and fell
I spent my time in a plush
John-John Phenomenon, but calm
to my born, dead by dawn
Got the to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot
Slugs flyin out the hardware
Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and
You was at aws wit them kids they made it even
Let ya guard, yes you did, now you barely breathin
To unaware, season on a duck, we don't give a what
Yo best to give it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they
Some hump free, they mad
Saddle up ya horse, if the mosey
Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if yo girlfriend
She wasn't last punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins
This sport's extreme, know I mean?
Gettin royalty, +Down the King+!!!

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

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

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

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