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)
Yeah it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act
In the of the calm, the witty

Luck]
Yo THE FUCK UP!
Luck "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Bitches in the back, crack get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them you call stuck up
Act a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you the name
Assed out in the bleachers stay on the game
I what you're spittin is flames, cowards
your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I degrees chill
Come four by four, one like Dru Hill
fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either or peel, now that's real

Monch]
WHAT THE goin on here, just a minute now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him him, roll up
When I'm, ? state of mind
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the
Shit, I spectacular run hit spit bitches
Miraculous rhyme flow, back to the Immaculate
Binaca blast that's fast, son I'll box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and on the floor
OWWW! Fellas ya cock out
On the verge to splurge verbs for round knock out
Uh I a rhyme 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 know how to behave
Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his
Figure me to give a twenty-one gun salute
That's seven for Tupac
for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your malls
How's that, fat action packed rap tame
Pharoahe Monch, ain't a damn thing changed

Yo yo get the up
Doctor Spot said "Get the fuck up"
I got a named Nina and I tuck her
I leave a nigga hangin 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 kamikaze ya town off a bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull
I bend ya pussy like for 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 performance
I push a armored car wit Harts?
inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin dark off a shot
off and pop, six in ya hood
[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we tight, plus snatch the goods
Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme you fold
I'm 'cause 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 jackin cars now wassup!
Girls, rub on ya
(Yeah) That's right I it, rub on ya titties
Brick City committee
Pity the fool act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the witty

Man]
Yo yo get the up
Yo yeah I said it, get the up
Walk Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up
Seek and destroy, boy when I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we what?
We off the chain, we plottin 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, still in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, we be flashin
Here's a Tunnel
death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day your birthed you
Just so you can me
The same way I'ma feel this world when it 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 kept a boyfriend wit kids this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
Underground till we ground
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 get flipped like jeeps on mountain cliffs
I'll rip through your chest, talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double bet
Double up on that cash if you decide to
You sound like Big, you like Jay, you sound like D
And I bet, when I go plat, sound like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure fleet into delete
Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's
I on the street, stay on the beat, stay wit the heat
Stay stickin fools like you for the that gleam
So toss that link, dummy, shoulda that link
to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that link
You froze up, says "Shut the fuck up!"
niggas get gun-butt 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 coke and cook the over
You better guard head right, especially if it's late at night
Or find your picture of your 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 Rhymes the handsome, I'll you for ransom ansom
Like the ghost in a haunted house, forever live in a mansion
Bitches, snitches comin out and you know showin it
Like when British civil servants pass to the Soviets
Y'all niggas is seemless blends of seemless
on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe
The honcho, gettin this money like Leonardo (do do do)
Enough substance in the
Now watch it come around in an amazing large
Now let me clear the smoke screen you blow
Live nigga shit that'll rebuild your whole
Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live of America
Let us control and own the fuckin
Wildin in your until your crash the whole truck up
And if ? get to you you better GET THE FUCK UP!!!