Luyện nghe bài hát Spark Somebody Up

(All hip hop acknowledge, to embark the known)
flash, they just let my ass out the damn door

You gonna make me somebody up
(Yo, you, you and you)
If ya on doin' the things ya do
(That's right, everybody)

You gonna make me spark up
(I you and you and you)
If ya keep on doin' the things you are doin', don't do it
(Don't do it)

Yo, I'm of these niggaz in this industry
Procrastinate to assassinate me, what you high off trees?
I figure ya said that 'cuz yo' was on yo' back
Dead that, vigilante wit' swords gon' come and chop down yo' facts

I stand amongst he square with a youth, phony
Anythin' other than that nigga, just condemned by
Is you slick just to do the like Buddhists?
B, three hundred sixty degrees, level move this

My audio is my surface and my third eye covered by mucus
Oh, so there's a hundred-eight pressure
I'm sorry ya didn't know
Ha, ya hopeless, also soon to be
Ya betta sit and start taken fuckin' dough to this

My dosage, sick like white lotus, don't never this
Realize tritan is mad ferocious
For the minute, I rolls out my Old home
Thug life became known and sold drugs like Al

So, you'se a so-called thug nigga, here's a slug for ya
How ya Ya test the style that was born to be wit' ya
I was born to be bad, the Brooklyn Zu, Thief of
Lay yo' ass on the and gimme all ya fuckin' cash, 'cuz

You make me spark somebody up
(Yo, you, you and you)
If ya keep on doin' the ya do
(Don't me do it)

You gonna make me somebody up
(You who I be, nigga, what?)
If ya keep on doin' the things you are doin', don't do it
(Level seven)

Yo, to each and every men, yo' ten best friends
And watch this verbal murder just start to
Ha, like winds, my enters yo' anatomy
Reconstruct yo' mind, niggaz, and shake to' bone

Are you mad at me? Take yo' ass to Buddha academy
Get a course, nothin' new for the G-O-D
You so silent, so silent don't do it
For to be all bad, plus that run up like blood fluid

Yo, I'm true to this, wet rap flows like breakin'
Hit you so hard, it feels a shift in yo' uterus
Have no clue to this? Oh, Monk's just movin' in this mist
Yo, pure verbal murder when I get into yo' shit

You gonna make me spark up
If ya keep on the things ya do
(Level ten)

You gonna make me somebody up
(I you and you and you)
If ya keep on doin' the you are doin', don't wanna do it

Watch these whirlwind kicks, we forward this very day
You pray that our kills it on yo' whole
technique that we speak seeps inside the Devil's teeth
Now body's been breached by the seven-dotten priest

the lyin', all hail to the God that's now residin'
To the new souls the nightmares of lost foes
I move worst than Babylon, son, I'll up ya arm
Throw knowledge like windstorms
Crown the sovereigns that bear

We Manchuz, Masta Allah Rahmel now you
And the Zig-Zag-Zag, fly picture this pyramid
Can't erase this shit I gave you the Devil, the triple-six
Manchuz not duck low while Brooklyn Zu body blows

Hide feet on hot coals, North Star forty-eight track impose
Lyrics assassin strike low, Buddha Monk is the law
Now war, things ain't just peace no more
You hit the floor floor, face the, face the floor, floor

Say, you gonna, say, you
Say you gonna, you make me
You gonna make me somebody up
You gonna me spark somebody up
(Buddha Monk, you've it again)

If ya keep on the things ya do
(I wanna, yes, I don't wanna!)
You make me spark somebody up
(This is dedicated to all those who I'm a real MC)
If ya on doin' the things ya do

Buddha Monk, you just keep bangin' 'em
You just keep 'em funky
You know you a cat, right?
Yes, that's right,