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 back sippin 'Gnac, y'all
Girls, rub on titties (yeah)
fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the of the calm, the witty

[Lady
Yo THE FUCK UP!
said "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Bitches in the back, like get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them you call 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 you're spittin is flames,
your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop chill
Come four by four, lose one Dru Hill
Stay fly you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either or peel, now that's real

Monch]
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, ? state of mind
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the
Shit, I spectacular run hit spit bitches
Miraculous rhyme flow, track to the Immaculate
Binaca blast nigga fast, son I'll box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the
OWWW! Fellas pull ya out
On the verge to splurge for third round knock out
Uh I bust a that dust frustrated rappers
crush competition, lights out like 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
for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Tah up in your neighborhood malls
that, fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn changed

Yo yo get the up
Doctor Spot said "Get the fuck up"
I got a named Nina and I tuck her
I a nigga hangin like ya mom's muffler
Snuff her, my boys follow up
Respect the Fonze, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, load the up
I kamikaze ya off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah pull over
I ya pussy like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry
I need fifty feet when my starts
I push a car wit ?Lauren Harts?
inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin dark off a warning
Drive off and pop, six in ya
[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we tight, plus snatch the goods
Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme you fold
I'm hot-headed I walk wit cold shoulders
Yeah GET THE UP!

Monch]
Simon "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw ya in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)

Jersey in the back jackin now wassup!
Girls, rub on ya
(Yeah) That's right I it, rub on ya titties
Brick City gritty
Pity the fool act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the witty

[Method
Yo yo get the up
Yo yeah I said it, get the up
Walk through Shaolin dark, you get stuck up
Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm up
Ya my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way ya gold
And you and your mic ? on down the
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to one
in the sky tryin to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a one
Fifty cent flashin hate us wit a passion
Mashin, fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
Here's a banger
death penalty, the gas chamber
This hurt me more than it hurts you
ya like the doctor the day your momma birthed you
Just so you can me
The same way I'ma this world when it kill me
Even if time stands still, still be
Underground and filthy, have our Way like the Milky
until I'm proven guilty
Never got caught in the of tag
never 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 shorties rub on ya
GET THE FUCK UP, that dress, I palm tits
You herbs get flipped like jeeps on cliffs
I'll rip your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, the threat, double your bet
up on that cash if you decide to invest
You sound like Big, you sound Jay, you sound like D
And I bet, when I go plat, you'll like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet delete
Y'all are weak, frail like a fiend's physique
I stay on the street, on the beat, stay wit the heat
Stay stickin like you for the rocks that gleam
So toss that link, dummy, insured that link
Straight to Canal I'll praise link, then pawn that link
You up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the fuck up!"
niggas get gun-butt up and tied up

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