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 sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I it rub on ya titties
New York gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst of the calm, the

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

[Pharoahe
WHAT THE FUCK'S on here, just a minute 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
Miraculous rhyme flow, back to the Immaculate
Binaca blast nigga fast, son I'll box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, and knockers on the floor
OWWW! Fellas pull ya out
On the to splurge verbs for third round knock out
Uh I bust a rhyme 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 a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for
Seven for Biggie
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your malls
How's that, fat action packed rap tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing

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, then my boys up
Respect like the Fonze, you see the up
I spit out a bullet, load the up
I kamikaze ya off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami over
I bend ya pussy like for years I yoga
I'm too up, I can't remember 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 shot
off and pop, six in ya hood
[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus the goods
Yea-yeah my nigga, one you fold over
I'm hot-headed I walk wit cold shoulders
Yeah GET THE UP!

Monch]
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) That's right I said it, rub on ya
Brick gritty committee
Pity the fool act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the witty

[Method
Yo yo get the up
Yo I said it, get the fuck up
Walk Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up
and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came
We off the chain, we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya
And you and your mic ? on the road
Assholes are like opinions, got to have one
Shootin in the sky to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, a fast one
Fifty flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
Here's a Tunnel
death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me more than it you
Slap ya like the the day your momma birthed you
so you can feel me
The way I'ma feel this world when 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
Never got in the game of tag
Momma never a boyfriend wit kids 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 UP, outta that dress, I palm tits
You herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain
I'll rip your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, the threat, double your bet
Double up on cash if you decide to invest
You sound like Big, you sound 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 like you for the rocks that gleam
So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured link
Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that
You froze up, says "Shut the fuck up!"
Punk niggas get gun-butt up and up

Rhymes]
Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim
Been thuggin, lovin the way we flood jewels for
Lay it over, another ambush we over
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake
You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at
Or find picture 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 you for ransom ansom
Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll live in a mansion
Bitches, snitches comin out and you who's showin it
Like when civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Y'all niggas is blends of seemless friends
Live on ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Moncho
The head honcho, gettin this money Leonardo (do do do)
substance in the roughness
Now it come around in an amazing large abundance
Now let me clear the smoke screen you fiend
Live nigga shit that'll rebuild whole self-esteem
Pledge to the flag of united live niggas of America
Let us and own the fuckin area
Wildin in your until your crash the whole truck up
And if ? get to you nigga you better GET THE UP!!!