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, wassup?
Girls, rub on your (yeah)
fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst of the calm, the

[Lady
Yo THE FUCK UP!
Luck "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Bitches in the back, like 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 the name
Assed out in the bleachers stay on the game
I suppose what spittin is flames, cowards
Know your was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, one like Dru Hill
fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now real

[Pharoahe
WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, just a now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the time I 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 track to the
blast nigga that's fast, son I'll box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the
OWWW! Fellas ya cock out
On the to splurge verbs for third round knock out
Uh I a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers
Dust crush competition, lights out like the
The mic ripper, whip a like a slave
Separate him from him 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 shots for Tupac
Seven for Smalls
for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap remain
fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing changed

Yo yo get the up
Funk Spot said "Get the fuck up"
I got a bitch named Nina and I her
I leave a nigga hangin like ya muffler
Snuff her, then my boys up
like the Fonze, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, load the up
I kamikaze ya town off a bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull
I bend ya pussy for years I knew yoga
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
off and pop, six in ya hood
[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, snatch the goods
Yea-yeah my nigga, one you fold over
I'm hot-headed I walk wit cold shoulders
Yeah GET THE UP!

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

Jersey in the back jackin now wassup!
Girls, rub on ya
(Yeah) That's I said it, rub on ya titties
Brick City gritty
Pity the fool 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, boy when I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we what?
We off the chain, plus we on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya
And you and your mic ? on the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to one
in the sky tryin to blast sun
Zero to in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they us wit a passion
Mashin, still in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
a Tunnel banger
Wu-Tang penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me more than it you
Slap ya the doctor the day your momma birthed you
so you can feel me
The way I'ma feel this 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 y'all MOTHAFUCKERS!

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

Rhymes]
Busta is like Hacksaw Jim Dugan
Been thuggin, 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 better guard your head right, especially if it's at night
Or find your picture of autoposy up on the web site
Yo if you ever my space
a fat lip, I'll 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 out and you know who's showin it
Like British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Y'all niggas is seemless blends of seemless
on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Moncho
The head honcho, gettin this money Leonardo (do do do)
substance in the roughness
Now watch it come around in an amazing large
Now let me clear the smoke you blow fiend
Live nigga shit that'll rebuild your whole
Pledge allegiance to the of united live niggas of America
Let us control and own the fuckin
Wildin in your whip your crash the whole truck up
And if ? get to you you better GET THE FUCK UP!!!