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 sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your (yeah)
Yeah it I said it rub on ya titties
New York gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
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 speak on behalf of them broads you 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 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 degrees
Come by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now real

Monch]
WHAT THE goin on here, just a minute now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, 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
Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, and knockers on the floor
OWWW! Fellas pull ya out
On the to splurge verbs for third round knock out
Uh I a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers
Dust competition, lights out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a like a slave
him from him from his fam, he don't know how to behave
Now, his ass, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to give a nigger-y gun salute
That's seven for Tupac
Seven for Smalls
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 bitch Nina and I tuck her
I leave a nigga like ya mom's muffler
Snuff her, then my follow up
like the Fonze, you see the collar up
I out a bullet, load the barrel up
I ya town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah pull over
I bend ya pussy like for I knew yoga
I'm too up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance
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 rhyme tight, snatch the goods
Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme you fold
I'm hot-headed I walk wit cold shoulders
Yeah GET THE UP!

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

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

Man]
Yo yo get the up
Yo I said it, get the fuck 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 came
We off the chain, plus we on the chain, what?
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic ? on down the
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, fresh 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 than it hurts you
ya like 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 stands still, I'ma still be
and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky
Innocent until I'm proven
Never got caught in the of tag
Momma never kept a boyfriend wit this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
Underground till we under
But first MOTHAFUCKERS!

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

Rhymes]
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 better guard your head right, especially if late at night
Or find picture of your 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, I'll live in a mansion
Bitches, snitches comin out and you who's showin it
Like when civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Y'all is seemless blends of seemless friends
Live on ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Moncho
The head honcho, gettin money like Leonardo (do do do)
Enough in the roughness
Now watch it come around in an amazing large
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 of America
Let us control and own the area
in your whip until your crash the whole truck up
And if ? get to you nigga you GET THE FUCK UP!!!