Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the region
Freezin' G's in legion
Freakin' ancient
I'm speakin' phoenician

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My Dogg

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

West coast, we doin' this shit for years
Aint happenin' wit' that
Battlecat,

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

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