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!)
Queens is in the back 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act
In the of the calm, the witty

[Lady
Yo SHUT THE UP!
Luck "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
in the back, like crack get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them you call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, or fucked up
the truck up, Luck you know the name
Assed out in the stay shittin on the game
I suppose you're spittin is flames, cowards
Know your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch
Eve, I drop 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 that's

[Pharoahe
WHAT THE FUCK'S on here, just a minute now, hold up
wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up
When I'm, ? cinematography state of
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the
Shit, I spectacular run hit spit venacular
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 on the floor
OWWW! Fellas pull ya out
On the verge to splurge verbs for round knock out
Uh I bust a that dust frustrated rappers
Dust crush competition, lights out the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a like a slave
Separate him from him from his fam, he don't how to behave
Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his
Figure me to give a nigger-y gun salute
That's seven for Tupac
Seven for Biggie
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood
How's that, fat action packed rap remain
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a thing changed

Yo yo get the up
Funk Doctor Spot "Get the fuck up"
I got a bitch named Nina and I her
I leave a nigga hangin ya mom's muffler
Snuff her, then my 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
Karat cut, yeah mami pull
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 fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit Harts?
inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin off a warning shot
off and pop, six in ya hood
[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we tight, plus snatch the goods
Yea-yeah my nigga, one you fold over
I'm hot-headed 'cause I walk wit cold
GET THE FUCK UP!

[Pharoahe
Simon Says "GET THE UP!"
ya hands in the sky (buck 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 gritty committee
the fool that 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 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, plus we on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya
And you and mic ? on down the road
are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin in the sky tryin to sun
Zero to in a second, pull a fast one
cent flashin they 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 penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me than it hurts you
Slap ya the doctor the day your momma birthed you
so you can feel me
The way I'ma feel this world when it kill me
Even if stands still, I'ma still be
Underground and filthy, gotta our Way like the Milky
Innocent I'm proven 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 FUCK UP, outta that dress, I tits
You herbs get like jeeps on mountain cliffs
I'll rip through chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double bet
Double up on that if you decide to invest
You sound like Big, you like Jay, you sound like D
And I bet, when I go plat, sound like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into
Y'all crabs are weak, like a fiend's physique
I stay on the street, on the beat, stay wit the heat
Stay stickin fools like you for the rocks gleam
So toss that link, dummy, shoulda that link
Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then that link
You froze up, Sahdeeq "Shut the fuck up!"
niggas get gun-butt up and tied up

[Busta
Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Dugan
Been thuggin, lovin the way we flood for nothin
Lay it over, another ambush we over
Yo we only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over
You better guard your right, especially if it's late at night
Or find picture of your autoposy up on the web site
Yo if you ever violate my
Fuck a fat lip, leave you wit a fuckin fat face
Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom
Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever in a mansion
Bitches, snitches comin out and you know who's it
Like when British civil servants pass to the Soviets
Y'all is seemless blends of seemless friends
on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe
The honcho, gettin this money like Leonardo (do do do)
Enough substance in the
Now watch it come in an amazing large abundance
Now let me clear the smoke you blow fiend
Live nigga shit rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of
Let us control and own the area
Wildin in your whip until crash the whole truck up
And if ? get to you you better GET THE FUCK UP!!!