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

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

[Pharoahe
WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, a minute now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the I diminish him finish him, roll up
When I'm, ? cinematography of mind
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the
Shit, I spectacular run hit bitches venacular
Miraculous 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 on the floor
OWWW! Fellas pull ya out
On the verge to splurge verbs for third knock out
Uh I bust a rhyme that dust rappers
Dust crush competition, lights out like the
The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a
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 shots for Tupac
Seven for Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood
How's that, fat action rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, 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 nigga like ya mom's muffler
Snuff her, my boys follow up
like the Fonze, you see the collar up
I out a bullet, load the barrel up
I ya town off a Arab bus
cut, yeah mami pull over
I bend ya like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't me
Off Hennesy, that's why I Mini-Me
I need fifty when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren
inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin dark off a shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya
[Monch] the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus 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 "GET THE FUCK UP!"
ya hands in the sky (buck 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
Brick gritty committee
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 after dark, you get up
Seek and destroy, boy when I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain,
Know ya role, by the way ya gold
And you and mic ? on down the road
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 flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old
plaid, I'm stripes, together we be flashin
Here's a banger
death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me more it hurts you
ya like the doctor the day your momma birthed 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 until I'm guilty
Never got caught in the of tag
Momma never kept a boyfriend wit this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
till we under ground
But y'all MOTHAFUCKERS!

Sahdeeq]
My thugs, up ya set
And rub on ya breasts
GET THE FUCK UP, outta that dress, I palm
You herbs get flipped like jeeps on cliffs
I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point tips
Double-S, the threat, double your bet
Double up on that cash if you to invest
You like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D
And I bet, I go plat, you'll sound like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, your fleet into delete
Y'all crabs are weak, frail a fiend's physique
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 insured link
Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, pawn that link
You froze up, says "Shut the fuck up!"
Punk niggas get gun-butt up and up

Rhymes]
Busta is like Hacksaw Jim Dugan
thuggin, lovin the way we flood jewels for nothin
Lay it over, ambush we take over
Yo we don't get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over
You better guard your head right, especially if late at night
Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web
Yo if you ever my space
Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a fuckin fat
Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, 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 showin it
Like when British civil 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 Pharoahe Moncho
The head honcho, gettin money like Leonardo (do do do)
Enough substance in the
Now watch it come around in an amazing large
Now let me clear the screen you blow fiend
Live shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the of united live niggas of America
Let us and own the fuckin area
Wildin in your whip your crash the whole truck up
And if ? get to you nigga you better GET THE UP!!!