Luyện nghe bài hát Spark Somebody Up

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

You gonna make me spark up
(Yo, you, you and you)
If ya keep on 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 tired of these niggaz in industry
Procrastinate to assassinate me, you high off some trees?
I figure ya said that yo' bitch was on yo' back
Dead that, this vigilante wit' gon' come and chop down yo' facts

I stand he square with a youth, phony prevail
other than that nigga, just condemned by Hell
Is you slick just to do the shit like
Heather B, three 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 know this
Ha, ya hopeless, also soon to be
Ya sit back and start taken fuckin' dough to this

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

So, you'se a so-called thug nigga, here's a for ya wigga
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 grass and gimme all ya cash, 'cuz

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

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

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

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

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

You gonna make me spark 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 move this very day
You pray that our kills it on yo' family
This that we speak seeps inside the Devil's teeth
Now you're body's been by the seven-dotten priest

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

We Manchuz, Allah Rahmel now sees you
And the Zig-Zag-Zag, seven fly picture this
Can't erase this I gave you from the Devil, the triple-six
Manchuz not duck low Brooklyn Zu make body blows

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

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

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

Buddha Monk, you keep bangin' 'em funky
You just keep bangin' 'em
You know you a crazy cat,
Yes, right, baby