Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Says Remix

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

Luck]
Yo SHUT THE UP!
Luck "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Bitches in the back, like get it cut up
I on behalf of them broads you call 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 suppose what you're is flames, cowards
your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop chill
Come by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, squeeze or peel, now that's real

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

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

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

Jersey in the back cars now wassup!
Girls, rub on ya
(Yeah) right I said it, rub on ya titties
Brick City gritty
Pity the that act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the witty

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

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

[Busta
Busta is like Hacksaw Jim Dugan
Been thuggin, lovin the way we flood jewels for
Lay it over, ambush we take over
Yo we don't get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over
You better your head right, especially if it's late at night
Or your picture of your autoposy up on the web site
Yo if you violate my space
Fuck a fat lip, leave you wit a fuckin fat face
Nigga, Busta the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom ansom
Like the ghost in a haunted house, forever live in a mansion
Bitches, snitches comin out and you who's showin it
Like when British civil servants pass secrets to the
Y'all niggas is seemless blends of friends
on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Moncho
The head honcho, gettin this like Leonardo (do do do)
substance in the roughness
Now watch it come around in an amazing abundance
Now let me the smoke screen you blow fiend
Live nigga that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of
Let us control and own the area
in your whip until your crash the whole truck up
And if ? get to you nigga you better GET THE UP!!!