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)
fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the that act shitty
In the of the calm, the witty

Luck]
Yo SHUT THE UP!
Luck "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
in the back, like crack get it cut up
I on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the up, Luck you know the name
Assed out in the bleachers stay shittin on the
I suppose what you're spittin is flames,
Know your crew was vaginal, I smell the dooch powder
Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one Dru Hill
fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, squeeze or peel, now that's real

[Pharoahe
WHAT THE FUCK'S on here, just a minute now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the time I him finish 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, back track to the
blast nigga that's fast, son I'll box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the
OWWW! Fellas ya cock out
On the verge to splurge verbs for third knock out
Uh I bust a rhyme dust frustrated rappers
Dust crush competition, out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, a nigga like a slave
Separate him from him from his fam, he don't know how to
Now, his ass, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun
That's seven shots for
Seven for Smalls
for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a thing changed

Yo yo get the up
Funk Doctor Spot "Get the fuck up"
I got a named Nina and I tuck her
I a nigga hangin like ya mom's muffler
her, then my boys follow up
Respect like the Fonze, you see the 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 smoked up, I remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I Mini-Me
I fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren
inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin dark off a shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya
[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the
Yea-yeah my nigga, one you fold over
I'm hot-headed I walk wit cold shoulders
GET THE FUCK UP!

[Pharoahe
Says "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw ya in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)

Jersey in the jackin cars now wassup!
Girls, rub on ya
(Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya
Brick gritty committee
Pity the fool that act shitty, in the 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
Seek and destroy, baddest boy I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we what?
We off the chain, we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya
And you and your mic ? on down the
Assholes are like opinions, got to have one
Shootin in the sky tryin to sun
Zero to sixty in a second, a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
Here's a Tunnel
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas
gon' hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day your momma you
so you can feel me
The same way I'ma feel this when it kill me
if time stands still, I'ma still be
Underground and filthy, gotta our Way like the Milky
Innocent until I'm proven
Never got in the game of tag
never kept a boyfriend wit kids this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
Underground till we ground
But y'all MOTHAFUCKERS!

Sahdeeq]
My thugs, up ya set
And shorties rub on ya
GET THE FUCK UP, outta that dress, I palm
You herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain
I'll rip your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double bet
Double up on cash if you decide to invest
You sound Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D
And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, your fleet into delete
Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's
I stay on the street, on the beat, stay wit the heat
Stay fools like you for the rocks that gleam
So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that
Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn link
You froze up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the up!"
Punk niggas get up and tied up

Rhymes]
Busta Rhymes is Hacksaw Jim Dugan
Been thuggin, the way we flood jewels for nothin
Lay it over, another we take over
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake
You guard your head right, especially if it's late at night
Or find picture of your autoposy up on the web site
Yo if you ever my space
Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a fat face
Nigga, Busta the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom ansom
Like the ghost in a house, I'll forever live in a mansion
Bitches, comin out and you know who's showin it
when British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Y'all niggas is seemless of seemless friends
Live on ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Moncho
The honcho, gettin this money like Leonardo (do do do)
substance in the roughness
Now it come around in an amazing large abundance
Now let me clear the screen you blow fiend
Live nigga shit that'll your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of live niggas of America
Let us control and own the area
Wildin in whip until your crash the whole truck up
And if ? get to you nigga you GET THE FUCK UP!!!