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 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 midst of the calm, the

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

[Pharoahe
WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, just a now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the I diminish him finish him, roll up
I'm, ? cinematography state of mind
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the
Shit, I spectacular run hit spit bitches
rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate
Binaca blast that's fast, son I'll box ya
rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor
OWWW! Fellas pull ya out
On the verge to splurge verbs for third round 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 from him from his fam, he don't know how to
Now, his ass, bag dun for his loot
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's shots for Tupac
Seven for Biggie
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
Funk Spot said "Get the fuck up"
I got a bitch named Nina and I her
I leave a nigga hangin ya mom's muffler
Snuff her, my boys follow up
Respect like the Fonze, you see the up
I out a bullet, load the barrel up
I ya town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami over
I ya pussy like for years I knew yoga
I'm too up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry
I need fifty feet when my performance
I push a armored car wit Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the
Doc turnin dark off a shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya
[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we tight, plus snatch the goods
Yea-yeah my nigga, one you fold over
I'm hot-headed 'cause I walk wit cold
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) That's right I it, rub on ya titties
City gritty 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 through Shaolin dark, you get stuck up
Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm up
Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we what?
We off the chain, plus we on the chain, what?
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and mic ? on down the road
are like 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 hate us wit a passion
Mashin, fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, we be flashin
Here's a Tunnel
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas
gon' hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day your momma you
Just so you can me
The way I'ma feel this world when it kill me
Even if time stands still, still be
and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky
Innocent I'm proven guilty
Never got in the game of tag
Momma never kept a boyfriend wit kids 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 that dress, I tits
You herbs get flipped jeeps on mountain cliffs
I'll rip your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double bet
Double up on cash if you decide to invest
You sound like Big, you 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 stay on the street, on the beat, stay wit the heat
Stay stickin fools you for the rocks that gleam
So toss that link, dummy, insured that link
Straight to Canal I'll praise link, then pawn that link
You up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the fuck up!"
Punk niggas get gun-butt up and up

[Busta
Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim
Been thuggin, the way we flood jewels for nothin
Lay it over, another ambush we take
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake
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 fat face
Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll you for ransom ansom
Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever in a mansion
Bitches, snitches out and you know who's showin it
Like when British civil servants pass secrets to the
Y'all niggas is seemless blends of friends
Live on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless
Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe
The head honcho, gettin money like Leonardo (do do do)
substance in the roughness
Now it come around in an amazing large abundance
Now let me clear the screen you blow fiend
Live nigga shit that'll rebuild whole self-esteem
allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of America
Let us control and own the fuckin
Wildin in your whip until crash the whole truck up
And if ? get to you you better GET THE FUCK UP!!!