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 titties (yeah)
Yeah it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the that act shitty
In the midst of the calm, the

[Lady
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 a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
the truck up, Luck you know the name
Assed out in the stay shittin on the game
I suppose you're spittin is flames, cowards
Know your was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop chill
Come four by four, lose one Dru Hill
fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's

[Pharoahe
WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, a minute now, hold up
wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up
When I'm, ? cinematography state of
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the
Shit, I spectacular run hit spit bitches
Miraculous rhyme flow, back 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 round knock out
Uh I bust a that dust frustrated rappers
Dust crush competition, lights out like the
The mic ripper, a nigga like a slave
Separate him him from his fam, he don't know how to behave
Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his
Figure me to give a nigger-y gun salute
seven shots for Tupac
Seven for Biggie
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood
How's that, fat action packed rap tame
Pharoahe Monch, ain't a damn thing changed

Yo yo get the up
Funk Doctor Spot said "Get the up"
I got a named Nina and I tuck her
I leave a nigga hangin like ya muffler
Snuff her, then my follow up
Respect the Fonze, you see the collar up
I out a bullet, load the barrel up
I ya town off a Arab bus
cut, yeah mami pull over
I bend ya pussy for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I remember me
Off Hennesy, why I carry Mini-Me
I need feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the
Doc turnin off a warning shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya
[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus the goods
Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme you fold
I'm hot-headed 'cause I walk wit shoulders
GET THE FUCK UP!

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

Jersey in the back jackin now wassup!
Girls, rub on ya
(Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya
Brick City committee
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 after dark, you get stuck up
Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm up
Ya know my name, and Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain,
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic ? on 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 hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, we be flashin
Here's a Tunnel
Wu-Tang penalty, the gas chamber
This hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day your birthed you
Just so you can me
The same way I'ma feel this when it kill me
if time stands still, I'ma still be
Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the
Innocent until I'm proven
Never got in the game of tag
Momma never kept a wit kids this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
till we under ground
But y'all MOTHAFUCKERS!

[Shabaam
My thugs, up ya set
And shorties rub on ya
GET THE UP, outta that dress, I palm tits
You herbs get flipped like jeeps on cliffs
rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, your 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 like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, your fleet into delete
Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a physique
I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay wit the
Stay stickin fools you for the rocks that gleam
So that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link
Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that
You up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the fuck up!"
niggas get gun-butt up and tied up

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