Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Says Remix

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

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

Monch]
WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, just a minute now, up
Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, up
When I'm, ? state of mind
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the
Shit, I run hit spit bitches venacular
Miraculous rhyme flow, back to the Immaculate
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 a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers
Dust crush competition, 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, his ass, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun
That's seven shots for
for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn changed

Yo yo get the up
Funk Doctor said "Get the fuck up"
I got a bitch named and I tuck her
I leave a nigga hangin like ya mom's
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
Karat cut, mami pull over
I bend ya pussy for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I Mini-Me
I need fifty feet my performance starts
I push a armored car wit Harts?
inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc dark off a warning shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya
Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods
Yea-yeah my nigga, one you fold over
I'm 'cause 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 jackin cars now wassup!
Girls, rub on ya
(Yeah) right I said it, rub on ya titties
Brick City gritty
Pity the fool that act shitty, in the of the calm, the witty

[Method
Yo yo get the up
Yo I said it, get the fuck up
Walk through Shaolin 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, we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way 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
to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, we be flashin
a Tunnel banger
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas
This gon' hurt me more it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day your birthed you
so you can feel me
The same way I'ma feel this world it kill me
if time stands still, I'ma still be
Underground and filthy, have our Way like the Milky
Innocent until I'm guilty
got caught 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 rub on ya breasts
GET THE UP, outta that dress, I palm tits
You herbs get flipped like jeeps on cliffs
rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, your bet
Double up on that cash if you 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, injure your fleet into
Y'all crabs are weak, frail a fiend's physique
I stay on the street, on the beat, stay wit the heat
Stay stickin like you for the rocks that gleam
So that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link
Straight to Canal I'll that link, then pawn that link
You froze up, says "Shut the fuck up!"
Punk niggas get up and tied up

[Busta
Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim
thuggin, lovin the way we flood jewels for nothin
Lay it over, another ambush we take
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the and cook the shake over
You better 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, Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold 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 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 in the roughness
Now watch it around in an amazing large abundance
Now let me clear the screen you blow fiend
Live shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of united niggas of America
Let us control and own the area
Wildin in your until your crash the whole truck up
And if ? get to you nigga you GET THE FUCK UP!!!