Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Says Remix

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

Luck]
Yo THE FUCK UP!
Luck "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Bitches in the back, 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, you know the name
Assed out in the bleachers stay shittin on the
I what you're spittin is flames, cowards
Know crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I degrees chill
Come by four, lose one like Dru Hill
fly till 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 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 spectacular run hit spit bitches
rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate
Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the
OWWW! Fellas pull ya out
On the verge to verbs for third round knock out
Uh I bust a rhyme that frustrated rappers
crush competition, lights out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, a nigga like a slave
Separate him from him his fam, he don't know how to behave
Now, his ass, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to give a twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for
Seven for Biggie
Seven for Freaky Tah up in neighborhood malls
that, fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn changed

Yo yo get the up
Funk Doctor Spot "Get the fuck up"
I got a named Nina and I tuck her
I leave a hangin like ya mom's muffler
Snuff her, then my boys up
Respect the Fonze, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, the barrel up
I ya town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah pull over
I bend ya pussy like for I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I remember 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 warning
Drive off and pop, six in ya
[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus the goods
Yea-yeah my nigga, one you fold over
I'm hot-headed 'cause I walk wit cold
Yeah GET THE 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) That's I said it, rub on ya titties
Brick City gritty
Pity the fool act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the witty

Man]
Yo yo get the up
Yo yeah I it, get the fuck up
Walk through Shaolin 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 mic ? on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, got to have one
Shootin in the sky to blast sun
Zero to in a second, pull a fast one
cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
Here's a Tunnel
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas
This gon' me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day momma birthed you
so you can feel me
The same way I'ma feel this when it kill me
Even if time still, I'ma still be
Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way the Milky
Innocent until I'm proven
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 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, hollow-point tips
Double-S, the threat, double your bet
up on that cash if you decide to invest
You like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D
And I bet, when I go plat, you'll like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure fleet into delete
Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a physique
I on the street, stay on the beat, stay wit the heat
Stay stickin like you for the rocks that gleam
So that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link
to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that link
You froze up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the up!"
Punk niggas get up and tied up

[Busta
Busta is like Hacksaw Jim Dugan
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 and cook the shake over
You better guard your head right, if it's late at night
Or find your of your autoposy 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, snitches comin out and you know showin it
Like British civil servants 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 nigga Moncho
The head honcho, gettin this like Leonardo (do do do)
Enough substance in the
Now watch it come in an amazing large abundance
Now let me the smoke screen you blow fiend
Live shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of
Let us control and own the fuckin
Wildin in your whip until your the whole truck up
And if ? get to you nigga you better GET THE UP!!!