Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

Aw,
Right about now it's time to get
Huh, out the box, nonstop
the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I
a minute, um

This is the art of,
I'm rockin', I'm more shockin'
Than droppin' a boom box in water

You entered the scuffle
You catchin' a chrome
I uppercut niggas hard
To my own knuckles

the sick verbals
My shotty around
Before you hit the
body spin around, in six circles

Diminishin' infamous
I'm to get dicked, if not
I'm a start finishin' innocents,

I'm the region
G's in your legion
Freakin' techniques
I'm speakin' phoenician

It's all about
These shout Crooked
make you say the West Coast
Ain't shit without

I own a label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project tables
I this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Motherfuckers can you dig that,
Can you fuck this?
get Kurupt the Kingpin to fuck y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this West Coast MC
Yeah, how you me now motherfucker?

Terror starts, in the midst of your heart,
The storm, my vocals float like
In the mystic state of mind, when I a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the time

With audio amputations, thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone stalker
a tendency of bashing MCs, like ten of me
As you can see I continue MCs

Caboom, the room gets cleared as my get clearer
Extra-terrestrial terror
In effect, get
Tell me, "What the you expected?"

These venemous
I leave whole sections and sections of injections
From these melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow
I mangle with my language

me, have you ever seen one elope
With the
In a scandal like to make MCs explode

Baboom, in my own zone
So don't compare me to
Not one's nearly severe, I severely
Impair MCs me, oppose and fear me
I got and theories

Sincerely, I could have the spot
Niggas get for touching microphones
With no on how to rock

Yeah, in effect, it don't stop
your speakers up, DJ Battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and that, yeah
Got my Xzibit in the motherfuccin' house, Alkaholiks

When I was
I came to the double fisted
Sadistic, artillery, for all my enemies
shots up in the sky screamin' obscenities

Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from here to
It'll be, a cold day in when you see Xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tail, and run
See we do it how it be done

I'm the cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct of the gatling gun
test me, son, you fuck around and catch you one

That ain't a threat, a promise I can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas wit' in the street
Ready to repeat, round after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound come

I found you and yours, can never fuck wit' mine
I own but gimme some more like Busta Rhymes
'Cross the line, now you pay the piper
I'm The Alkaholik sniper, be keepin' the crowds hyper

ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum
My Kurupt

Yeah, no
Yeah, y'all can't fuck that
what I'm talkin' about

West coast, we been doin' this for years
Aint nothin' wit' that
Battlecat,

say?
Motherfuckas that be hangin' in the
That's what I'm about

Daz
Break it down, break it
Motherfuckas can't this shit