Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Says Remix

[Pharoahe
GET THE UP!
Simon says "GET THE UP!"
ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the back sippin 'Gnac, y'all
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 midst of the calm, the

Luck]
Yo SHUT THE UP!
said "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Bitches in the back, like get it cut up
I on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
the truck up, Luck you know the name
Assed out in the bleachers stay shittin on the
I what you're spittin is flames, cowards
Know your crew was vaginal, I smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop chill
Come by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now ill
Two choices, either or peel, now that's real

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

Yo yo get the up
Funk Doctor Spot "Get the fuck up"
I got a bitch named and I tuck her
I leave a hangin like ya mom's muffler
Snuff her, then my boys up
like 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 pull over
I bend ya like for years I knew yoga
I'm too up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry
I need fifty feet when my starts
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 rhyme tight, plus snatch the
Yea-yeah my nigga, one you fold over
I'm hot-headed I walk wit cold shoulders
Yeah GET THE UP!

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

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

Man]
Yo yo get the up
Yo yeah I it, get the fuck up
Walk Shaolin after dark, you get stuck 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 plottin on the chain,
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic ? on down the
Assholes are like opinions, got to have one
Shootin in the sky tryin to sun
Zero to in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old
plaid, I'm stripes, together we be flashin
Here's a banger
death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' me more than it hurts you
Slap ya the doctor the day your momma birthed you
Just so you can me
The same way I'ma feel this when it kill me
Even if time still, I'ma still be
Underground and filthy, have our Way like the Milky
until I'm proven guilty
Never got in the game of tag
Momma never kept a boyfriend wit this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
Underground till we ground
But y'all MOTHAFUCKERS!

Sahdeeq]
My thugs, up ya set
And rub on ya breasts
GET THE FUCK UP, outta that dress, I tits
You herbs get flipped jeeps on mountain cliffs
I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent
Double-S, double the threat, your bet
Double up on cash if you decide to invest
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 like a physique
I stay on the street, on the beat, stay wit the heat
Stay stickin fools like you for the rocks gleam
So toss link, dummy, shoulda insured that link
Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that
You froze up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the up!"
Punk niggas get up and tied up

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