Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Says Remix

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

[Lady
Yo THE FUCK UP!
Luck said "SHUT THE UP!"
Bitches in the back, like get it cut up
I speak on of them broads 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 degrees chill
Come four by four, one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now ill
Two choices, squeeze or peel, now that's real

Monch]
WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, a minute 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 venacular
Miraculous flow, back track to the Immaculate
Binaca blast nigga fast, son I'll box ya
rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor
OWWW! Fellas ya cock out
On the verge to splurge verbs for third round out
Uh I bust a rhyme that dust rappers
Dust crush competition, lights out like the
The mic ripper, whip a like a slave
Separate him from him from his fam, he don't how to behave
Now, his ass, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven for Tupac
Seven for 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
Funk Doctor Spot "Get the fuck up"
I got a bitch named and I tuck her
I leave a hangin like ya mom's muffler
her, then my boys follow up
Respect the Fonze, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, load the up
I ya town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull
I ya pussy like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't me
Off Hennesy, why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my starts
I a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the
Doc dark off a warning shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya
[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus 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 "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck!)

Jersey in the back cars now wassup!
Girls, rub on ya
(Yeah) That's right I it, rub on ya titties
Brick City committee
Pity the fool 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 through Shaolin after dark, you get up
and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and 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 to blast sun
to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a
Mashin, still in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, we be flashin
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
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, gotta have our Way like the
Innocent until I'm proven
Never got in the game of tag
Momma never kept a wit kids this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
Underground we under ground
But first MOTHAFUCKERS!

[Shabaam
My thugs, up ya set
And rub on ya breasts
GET THE FUCK UP, outta dress, I palm tits
You herbs get flipped 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 sound like Jay, you sound D
And I bet, when I go plat, sound like me
Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into delete
Y'all crabs are weak, frail a fiend's physique
I stay on the street, stay on the beat, wit the heat
Stay stickin fools like you for the that gleam
So toss link, dummy, shoulda insured that link
Straight to Canal I'll praise link, then pawn that link
You froze up, says "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 jewels for nothin
Lay it over, another we take over
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the over
You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at
Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web
Yo if you violate 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 forever live in a
Bitches, snitches comin out and you know showin it
Like British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
niggas is seemless blends of seemless friends
Live on about ? ? on a bunch of ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Moncho
The head honcho, gettin this like Leonardo (do do do)
substance in the roughness
Now watch it come around in an amazing large
Now let me clear the screen you blow fiend
Live nigga shit that'll 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 crash the truck up
And if ? get to you nigga you better GET THE UP!!!