Luyện nghe bài hát Spark Somebody Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gonna make me spark 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 men, call 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' cavity

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

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

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

You make me spark somebody up
(I you and you and you)
If ya keep on doin' the things you are doin', wanna do it

Watch these kicks, we move forward this very day
You pray that our it on yo' whole family
This technique that we speak seeps the Devil's teeth
Now you're body's been breached by the priest

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

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

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

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

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

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