Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Says Remix

[Pharoahe
GET THE UP!
Simon "GET THE FUCK UP!"
ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya
New York gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst of the calm, the

[Lady
Yo SHUT THE UP!
Luck "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
in the back, like crack get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or up
the truck up, Luck you know the name
Assed out in the bleachers shittin on the game
I what you're spittin is flames, cowards
Know your was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now real

Monch]
WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, just a now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the I diminish him finish him, roll up
I'm, ? cinematography state of mind
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the
Shit, I spectacular run hit bitches venacular
Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the
Binaca nigga that's fast, son I'll box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, and knockers on the floor
OWWW! pull ya cock out
On the verge to splurge verbs for third knock out
Uh I bust a rhyme dust frustrated rappers
Dust crush competition, out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a like a slave
Separate him him from his fam, he don't know how to behave
Now, his ass, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's shots for Tupac
for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing

Yo yo get the up
Funk Doctor Spot "Get the fuck up"
I got a bitch named Nina and I her
I leave a nigga like ya mom's muffler
her, then my boys follow up
Respect the Fonze, you see the collar up
I out a bullet, load the barrel up
I kamikaze ya off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull
I bend ya pussy like for I knew yoga
I'm too up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the
Doc turnin dark off a warning
off and pop, six in ya hood
[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we tight, plus snatch the goods
Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme you over
I'm hot-headed 'cause I wit cold shoulders
GET THE FUCK UP!

[Pharoahe
Simon "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck!)

Jersey in the jackin cars now wassup!
Girls, rub on ya
(Yeah) That's I said it, rub on ya titties
Brick City gritty
Pity the fool that act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the

[Method
Yo yo get the up
Yo yeah I said it, get the up
Walk through Shaolin dark, you get stuck up
Seek and destroy, boy when I'm puffed up
Ya my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya
And you and your mic ? on the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to one
Shootin in the sky tryin to sun
to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old
Your plaid, I'm stripes, we be flashin
Here's a banger
Wu-Tang penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me more than it you
Slap ya the doctor the day your momma birthed you
so you can feel me
The same way I'ma feel this when it kill me
Even if stands still, I'ma still be
Underground and filthy, have our Way like the Milky
Innocent until I'm proven
Never got caught in the of tag
Momma never a boyfriend wit kids this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
Underground we under ground
But first MOTHAFUCKERS!

[Shabaam
My thugs, up ya set
And rub on ya breasts
GET THE UP, outta that dress, I palm tits
You get flipped like jeeps on mountain cliffs
rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double bet
Double up on that cash if you to invest
You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you like D
And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound me
Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into delete
Y'all crabs are weak, like a fiend's physique
I stay on the street, stay on the beat, wit the heat
Stay stickin fools like you for the rocks gleam
So toss that link, dummy, shoulda that link
Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, pawn that link
You froze up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the up!"
Punk niggas get up and tied up

Rhymes]
Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim
Been thuggin, lovin the way we flood for nothin
Lay it over, another ambush we take
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the and cook the shake over
You better guard your head right, especially if it's at night
Or find your of your autoposy up on the web site
Yo if you ever violate my
Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a fat face
Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ansom
Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever in a mansion
Bitches, snitches out and you know who's showin it
Like when British civil servants pass to the Soviets
Y'all niggas is blends of seemless friends
Live on about ? ? on a of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe
The head honcho, gettin this like Leonardo (do do do)
Enough substance in the
Now it come around in an amazing large abundance
Now let me clear the smoke screen you blow
Live nigga shit rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of live niggas of America
Let us and own the fuckin area
Wildin in your whip until your crash the whole up
And if ? get to you nigga you better GET THE UP!!!