Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Says Remix

[Pharoahe
GET THE UP!
says "GET THE FUCK 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 fuck it I said it rub on ya
New York City gritty committee, pity the that act shitty
In the of the calm, the witty

Luck]
Yo THE FUCK UP!
Luck "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
in the back, like crack get it cut up
I speak on behalf of broads you call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you the name
Assed out in the stay shittin on the game
I suppose you're spittin is flames, cowards
Know crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop 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 on here, just a minute now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, up
When I'm, ? cinematography state of
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the
Shit, I run hit spit bitches venacular
rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate
Binaca blast 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 bust a rhyme that dust frustrated
Dust competition, lights out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a like a slave
Separate him him from his fam, he don't know how to behave
Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his
Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun
That's shots for Tupac
for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action rap remain tame
Pharoahe Monch, ain't a damn thing changed

Yo yo get the up
Funk Spot said "Get the fuck up"
I got a bitch Nina 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 out a bullet, load the barrel up
I kamikaze ya town off a bus
cut, yeah mami pull over
I bend ya pussy like for years I knew
I'm too smoked up, I can't me
Off Hennesy, why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet my performance starts
I push a armored car wit Harts?
inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin dark off a warning
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 'cause I walk wit cold
GET THE FUCK 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) right I said it, rub on ya titties
Brick City committee
Pity the fool that act shitty, in the of the calm, the witty

Man]
Yo yo get the up
Yo yeah I said it, get the up
Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get up
Seek and destroy, baddest boy I'm puffed up
Ya my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way ya gold
And you and mic ? on down the road
Assholes are opinions, everybody got to have one
in the sky tryin to blast sun
Zero to in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in 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
so you can feel me
The way I'ma feel this world when it kill me
Even if time stands still, I'ma 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 boyfriend wit this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
Underground we under ground
But y'all MOTHAFUCKERS!

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

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