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 sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya
New York City gritty committee, the fool that act shitty
In the of the calm, the witty

[Lady
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 stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or up
Pull the up, Luck you know the name
Assed out in the bleachers stay on the game
I suppose what you're is flames, cowards
Know crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Eve, I drop degrees 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

Monch]
WHAT THE goin 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 bitches venacular
Miraculous rhyme flow, track to the Immaculate
Binaca blast nigga 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 that dust frustrated
crush competition, lights out like 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
Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun
seven shots for Tupac
Seven for Biggie
for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat packed rap remain tame
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 and I tuck her
I leave a nigga hangin ya mom's muffler
her, then my boys follow up
Respect the Fonze, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, load the up
I kamikaze ya town off a bus
Karat cut, mami pull over
I bend ya like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry
I need fifty feet 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, snatch the goods
my nigga, one rhyme you fold over
I'm hot-headed 'cause I walk wit cold
GET THE FUCK UP!

[Pharoahe
Simon "GET THE FUCK 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 that act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the

[Method
Yo yo get the up
Yo yeah I it, get the fuck up
through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up
Seek and destroy, baddest boy I'm puffed up
Ya my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way ya gold
And you and your mic ? on down the
are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin in the sky to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, a fast one
cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still in three-day old fashion
plaid, I'm stripes, together we be flashin
Here's a Tunnel
death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day momma birthed you
Just so you can me
The same way I'ma this world when it kill me
Even if time still, I'ma still be
Underground and filthy, have our Way like the Milky
Innocent until I'm proven
Never got caught in the of tag
Momma never kept a wit kids this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
Underground till we under
But y'all MOTHAFUCKERS!

Sahdeeq]
My thugs, up ya set
And rub on ya breasts
GET THE UP, outta that dress, I palm tits
You herbs get flipped like jeeps on cliffs
I'll rip through chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double 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, 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, wit the heat
Stay stickin fools like you for the that gleam
So toss that link, dummy, shoulda that link
Straight to I'll praise that link, then pawn that link
You froze up, Sahdeeq "Shut the fuck up!"
niggas get gun-butt up and tied up

[Busta
Busta is like Hacksaw Jim Dugan
thuggin, lovin the way we flood jewels for nothin
Lay it over, another ambush we take
Yo we only 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 picture of your autoposy up on the web site
Yo if you violate my space
Fuck a fat lip, leave you wit a fuckin fat face
Nigga, Busta the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom ansom
the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion
Bitches, snitches comin out and you who's showin it
Like British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Y'all niggas is blends of seemless friends
Live on ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Moncho
The head honcho, gettin this money like (do do do)
Enough in the roughness
Now watch it around in an amazing large abundance
Now let me clear the smoke you blow fiend
Live nigga shit that'll your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of
Let us control and own the fuckin
Wildin in your whip until your crash the truck up
And if ? get to you nigga you GET THE FUCK UP!!!