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, 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 and shit?
(He's spittin right now baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin, I'm show you,
He's a born again, hooligan)

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

Yo basically I'm to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Incorporated, since '74
money 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 it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine and Thanksgiving
People know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this rap game be unstable
Went to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
It's only fair we share those naked papers
You can tell a cat about rap and it ain't luck
If 20 after his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a
MC's in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and rise

Man]
Now it up, uh

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

Man]
Now I on ice and never fell
I my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, but calm
to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, the alarm!
Another boy dyin, hot irons
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, open season on a duck, we give a what
Yo best to give it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they
Some hump free, they mad
up ya horse, if the sunset mosey
Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track,
Futuristic G past type, if yo girlfriend
She wasn't last punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no here
This sport's extreme, know what I
Gettin royalty, +Down the King+!!!

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

Ransom]
I spit ignite turn off lights
Recite, spit poetry type, get my physically hype
Get a blast from Funkmaster, crush ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go
Down The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna 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
Tape 'em up, 'em hog tied

Cash]
You about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but ride wit gats
chicks huggin the sacks, yours scratchin the back
I'mma shark in a shack, y'all 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.
I hang plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

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