Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Says Remix

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

[Lady
Yo THE FUCK UP!
said "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Bitches in the back, 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
Pull the truck up, Luck you know the
Assed out in the bleachers shittin on the game
I suppose what spittin is flames, cowards
Know 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, either squeeze or peel, now that's

[Pharoahe
WHAT THE FUCK'S on here, just a minute now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the 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 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, titties and on the floor
OWWW! Fellas pull ya out
On the verge to splurge verbs for round knock out
Uh I bust a rhyme dust frustrated rappers
Dust crush competition, out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, a nigga like a slave
Separate him from him from his fam, he don't how to behave
Now, his ass, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to give a twenty-one gun salute
That's seven for Tupac
for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap remain
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a thing changed

Yo yo get the up
Funk Doctor Spot "Get the fuck up"
I got a named Nina and I tuck her
I leave a nigga like ya mom's muffler
Snuff her, my boys follow up
Respect the Fonze, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, load the up
I kamikaze ya off a Arab bus
cut, yeah mami pull over
I bend ya pussy like for years I 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 a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin dark off a warning
off and pop, six in ya hood
[Monch] the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods
Yea-yeah my nigga, one you fold over
I'm hot-headed 'cause I walk wit cold
Yeah GET THE UP!

[Pharoahe
Says "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) That's right I said it, rub on ya
City gritty committee
Pity the fool that act shitty, in the of the calm, the witty

Man]
Yo yo get the up
Yo yeah I said it, get the up
Walk through Shaolin dark, you get stuck up
and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came
We off the chain, we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya
And you and your mic ? on the road
Assholes are opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin in the sky to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a
Mashin, still fresh in old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
Here's a Tunnel
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas
gon' hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day momma birthed you
so you can feel me
The same way I'ma feel world when it kill me
Even if time still, I'ma still be
Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the
Innocent until I'm guilty
Never got in the game of tag
Momma never kept a wit kids this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
Underground till we ground
But first MOTHAFUCKERS!

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

[Busta
Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim
Been thuggin, the way we flood jewels for nothin
Lay it over, another 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 find your of your autoposy up on the web site
Yo if you violate my space
Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a fat face
Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll you for ransom ansom
Like the ghost in a house, I'll forever live in a mansion
Bitches, snitches comin out and you know showin it
Like when British servants pass secrets to the Soviets
niggas is seemless blends of seemless friends
Live on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless
Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe
The head honcho, this money like Leonardo (do do do)
Enough in the roughness
Now it come around in an amazing large abundance
Now let me the smoke screen you blow fiend
Live nigga shit rebuild your whole 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 nigga you better GET THE UP!!!