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!)
Queens is in the back 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on titties (yeah)
fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the of the calm, the witty

Luck]
Yo SHUT THE UP!
said "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Bitches in the back, crack get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call up
Act a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the 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 crew was vaginal, I smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now 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 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, titties and knockers on the
OWWW! Fellas pull ya out
On the verge to splurge verbs for third knock out
Uh I bust a rhyme that dust rappers
Dust crush competition, lights out the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a nigga a slave
Separate him him from his fam, he don't know how to behave
Now, his ass, bag dun for his loot
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven for Tupac
Seven for Biggie
for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a thing changed

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

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

[Method
Yo yo get the up
Yo yeah I it, get the fuck up
Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get 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 plottin on the chain,
Know ya role, by the way ya gold
And you and mic ? on down the road
are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin in the sky tryin to sun
Zero to sixty in a second, a fast one
Fifty cent they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, fresh in three-day old fashion
plaid, I'm stripes, together we be flashin
Here's a banger
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas
This hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the the day your momma birthed you
so you can feel me
The same way I'ma feel this when it kill me
Even if time stands still, still be
Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the
Innocent until I'm guilty
got caught in the game of tag
Momma never kept a boyfriend wit 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 FUCK UP, outta that dress, I tits
You herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain
I'll rip your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, the threat, double your bet
Double up on that cash if you decide to
You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you like D
And I bet, I go plat, you'll sound like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet delete
Y'all are weak, frail 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 that
So that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link
Straight to Canal praise that link, then pawn that link
You froze up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the 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, ambush we take over
Yo we don't get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over
You guard your head right, especially if it's late at night
Or your picture of your autoposy up on the web site
Yo if you ever my space
Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a fuckin fat
Nigga, Busta the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom ansom
Like the ghost in a house, I'll forever live in a mansion
Bitches, snitches out and you know who's showin it
Like British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Y'all niggas is blends of seemless friends
Live on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless
Collosal, me and my nigga Moncho
The head honcho, this money like Leonardo (do do do)
substance in the roughness
Now watch it around in an amazing large abundance
Now let me clear the screen you blow fiend
nigga shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of
Let us control and own the area
Wildin in your whip until crash the whole truck up
And if ? get to you nigga you GET THE FUCK UP!!!