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 deal pa, you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin
At and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now
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, Reverend Run, son, earthquakin
shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, hero heads high hydro
Hit the dime on the combo, she try to my rhyme flow
She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat fashion
name sinamous wit this cash
our passion... what!?

Yo basically I'm to rename rap, it ain't 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 we livin?
How you think it to be a Simmons
Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna know why I ain't on my label
If I did whole rap game be unstable
Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of
It's only fair that we those naked papers
You can tell a cat serious rap and it ain't luck
If 20 years his first single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in
Keep a barrel on this album if my and them rise

Man]
Now it up, uh

[Chorus 2X:
Run really make ya 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 spent my time in a plush
John-John Phenomenon, but calm
Word to my born, by dawn
Got the right to arm, ring the alarm!
sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs out the hardware appliance
mamma cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids till they it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you breathin
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
hump free, they mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the mosey
Jam Jay deserve a trophy for this track, right?
G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't last punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no here
This sport's extreme, know what I
royalty, +Down With the King+!!!

[D.M.C.]
Crack, crack, cracks in the
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Little Boy Blue than 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, brake gallons of
Shorty wit the forty, once in the dark
Co-co-corner, as a goner
Didn't really wanna call my momma in

Ransom]
I spit dynamite ignite turn off
Recite, spit poetry type, get my physically hype
Get a hundred from Funkmaster, crush ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, show these fake the way to go down
With The Kings, like Smokey 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 shells fly, freein the
Wit the red eye, talkin to much
'em up, leave 'em hog tied

[Kenny
You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get down wit the
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but ride wit gats
Peep chicks huggin the sacks, yours the back
I'mma shark in a shack, cats is feedin the fish
Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga leave you ripped
And I'm leavin 'em dry, crushed 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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