Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

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

[Jamel
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son,
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you 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
name sinamous wit this cash
our passion... what!?

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it rap no more
Call it 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 think it to be a Simmons
Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap be unstable
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of
only 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
Keep a barrel on this if my man's and them rise

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

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

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

[Mike
I spit dynamite ignite off lights
Recite, poetry type, get my squad physically hype
Get a hundred from Funkmaster, crush ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, show fake rappers the way to go down
Down With The Kings, like Smokey wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, 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, niggas to much
'em up, leave 'em hog tied

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

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