Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

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

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

You the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome
I uppercut niggas hard
To break my own

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

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

I'm breezin' the
Freezin' G's in legion
Freakin' ancient
When I'm speakin'

It's all Crooked
These bitches shout
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 project kitchen
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 with this?
Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to fuck y'all up
Y'all wanna see none of this West Coast MC shit
Yeah, how you like me now

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

audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up the microphone 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
Extra-terrestrial terror
In effect, get
me, "What the fuck you expected?"

These venemous
I leave whole sections and full of injections
these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of anguish
I mangle with my language

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

Baboom, alone in my own
So don't me to none
Not nearly severe, 'cuz I severely
MCs near me, oppose and fear me
I got and theories

Sincerely, I have the spot locked
get stoned for touching microphones
With no knowledge on how to

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

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

Make niggas sport cackies and from here to Italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see Xzibit
Act like a 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 of the gatling gun
Don't test me, son, you fuck around and you one

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

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

It's to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is plus
My Kurupt

Yeah, no
Yeah, y'all can't wit' that
That's what I'm about

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

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

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