Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Says Remix

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

Luck]
Yo SHUT THE UP!
said "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Bitches in the back, crack get it cut up
I speak on of them broads you call stuck 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 suppose what spittin is flames, cowards
Know your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch
Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, one like Dru Hill
fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, squeeze or peel, now that's real

[Pharoahe
THE FUCK'S goin 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 spit bitches
Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the
Binaca blast nigga fast, son I'll box ya
rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor
OWWW! pull ya cock out
On the verge to splurge verbs for third knock out
Uh I bust a that dust frustrated rappers
Dust crush competition, out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a
Separate him from him from his fam, he don't know how to
Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his
Figure me to a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for
Seven for Smalls
Seven for Tah up in your neighborhood malls
that, fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn changed

Yo yo get the up
Doctor Spot said "Get the fuck up"
I got a bitch named and I tuck her
I leave a hangin like ya mom's muffler
her, then my boys follow up
Respect the Fonze, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, the barrel up
I kamikaze ya town off a bus
cut, yeah mami pull over
I bend ya pussy like for years I yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't me
Off Hennesy, that's why I Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance
I a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the
Doc turnin 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 rhyme you over
I'm hot-headed I walk wit cold shoulders
GET THE FUCK 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) right I said it, rub on ya titties
Brick City committee
Pity the fool act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the witty

[Method
Yo yo get the up
Yo I said it, get the fuck up
Walk through after dark, you get stuck up
Seek and destroy, boy when I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya
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
cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, we be flashin
Here's a Tunnel
death penalty, the gas chamber
This hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day your birthed you
Just so you can me
The way I'ma feel this world when it kill me
Even if time stands still, I'ma be
Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way the Milky
Innocent I'm proven guilty
Never got in the game of tag
never kept a boyfriend wit kids this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
Underground till we ground
But first MOTHAFUCKERS!

[Shabaam
My thugs, up ya set
And shorties rub on ya
GET THE FUCK UP, outta dress, I palm tits
You herbs get flipped jeeps on mountain cliffs
I'll rip through your chest, talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double bet
Double up on cash if you decide to invest
You sound like Big, you sound Jay, you sound 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, stay wit the
Stay stickin fools like you for the that gleam
So toss that link, dummy, insured that link
Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn link
You froze up, Sahdeeq "Shut the fuck up!"
Punk niggas get up and tied up

[Busta
Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Dugan
Been thuggin, lovin the way we jewels for nothin
Lay it over, another we take over
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the and cook the shake over
You better guard head right, especially if it's late at night
Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web
Yo if you violate my space
Fuck a fat lip, I'll 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 forever in a mansion
Bitches, snitches comin out and you know who's it
Like when civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Y'all niggas is seemless blends of friends
on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe
The head honcho, gettin this like Leonardo (do do do)
Enough substance in the
Now watch it around in an amazing large abundance
Now let me clear the smoke you blow fiend
Live shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live of America
Let us and own the fuckin area
Wildin in your whip until crash the whole truck up
And if ? get to you nigga you GET THE FUCK UP!!!