Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) D}]
Yo my Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's down)
{Aight, what's goin on, goin on
What's the deal pa, you headed 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 churches and
(He's flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin, I'm show you,
Youknowhatimean? He's a again, hooligan)

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

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it rap no more
it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him at Def Jam
Well damn, how the hell you think we
How you it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine and Thanksgiving
wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this rap game be unstable
over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
It's only fair that we share naked papers
You can tell a cat about rap and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a
waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and rise

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

Man]
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 to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot
Slugs flyin out the hardware
mamma cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids they made it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you breathin
To unaware, season on a duck, we don't give a what
Yo best best to it up
Sho indeed, Run D's MC's, they phony
hump free, they mad bogey
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 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 Blue higher the moon
Will he, he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound
I come to and lay down the rules
Two, two, two channel guzzle, brake gallons of drop
wit the forty, once sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, black as a
really wanna call my momma in Savannah

[Mike
I spit ignite turn off lights
Recite, spit poetry type, get my physically hype
Get a hundred 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 come and see, come and test me
Take about a million to wet me
For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, freein the
Wit the red eye, niggas to much
'em up, leave 'em hog tied

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

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