Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Says Remix

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

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

[Pharoahe
WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, just a now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him him, roll up
When I'm, ? cinematography of mind
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the
Shit, I spectacular run hit spit venacular
Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the
blast nigga 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 verbs for third round knock out
Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated
Dust crush competition, out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a
him from 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
Seven for Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your malls
How's that, fat action packed rap tame
fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing changed

Yo yo get the up
Funk Spot said "Get the fuck up"
I got a named Nina and I tuck her
I leave a nigga hangin like ya mom's
Snuff her, then my boys up
Respect like the Fonze, you see the up
I out a bullet, load the barrel up
I kamikaze ya off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami 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 fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the
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 I walk wit cold shoulders
GET THE FUCK 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 said it, rub on ya
Brick City gritty
Pity the that 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, baddest boy I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain,
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, a fast one
Fifty cent flashin hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
a Tunnel banger
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas
This hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day momma birthed you
Just so you can me
The same way I'ma feel this world when it me
Even if time stands still, I'ma be
Underground and filthy, have our Way like the Milky
Innocent I'm proven guilty
Never got caught in the of tag
Momma kept a boyfriend wit kids this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
Underground till we ground
But y'all MOTHAFUCKERS!

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

[Busta
Busta Rhymes is like Jim Dugan
Been thuggin, lovin the way we jewels for nothin
Lay it over, another ambush we over
Yo we don't get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over
You better your head right, especially if it's late at night
Or find your picture of your up on the web site
Yo if you ever violate my
a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a fuckin fat face
Nigga, Busta the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom ansom
Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever in a mansion
Bitches, comin out and you know who's showin it
Like when British civil servants pass secrets to the
Y'all niggas is seemless blends of seemless
Live on about ? ? on a of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe
The honcho, gettin this money like Leonardo (do do do)
substance in the roughness
Now watch it come around in an amazing large
Now let me clear the smoke you blow fiend
Live nigga shit that'll 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 until your the whole truck up
And if ? get to you nigga you GET THE FUCK UP!!!