Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

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

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

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

Deliver the verbals
My shotty around
Before you hit the
Your body spin around, in six

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

I'm breezin' the
Freezin' G's in your
ancient techniques
When I'm speakin'

It's all Crooked
These bitches Crooked
I'll you say the West Coast
Ain't shit Crooked

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

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

Terror starts, in the midst of heart, starts
The storm, my float like arts
In the state of mind, when I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same

With amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the night stalker
a tendency of bashing MCs, like ten of me
As you can see I mashin' MCs

Caboom, the gets cleared as my views get clearer
microphone terror
In effect, get
me, "What the fuck you expected?"

These venemous
I leave whole sections and sections full of
From poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow
I mangle shit with my

Tell me, you ever seen one elope
the microphone
In a scandal abilities to make MCs explode

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

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

Yeah, back in effect, it don't
Turn your speakers up, DJ on the table
We fuckin' it up like and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy Xzibit in the motherfuccin' house,

When I was
I came to the double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my
Bust shots up in the sky obscenities

Make niggas cackies and chucks from here to Italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see Xzibit
Act a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be

I'm the rough cut, how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gun
Don't test me, son, you fuck and catch you one

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

I found that you and yours, can fuck wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like Rhymes
the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm The Alkaholik sniper, be keepin' the crowds hyper

It's ashes to and dust to dust
stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My Dogg

Yeah, no
Yeah, y'all can't fuck wit'
That's what I'm talkin'

West coast, we been doin' this shit for
nothin' happenin' wit' that
Battlecat,

Whatcha
Motherfuckas be hangin' in the battle
That's what I'm about

Daz
it down, break it down
Motherfuckas can't fade this