Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

Aw,
Right about now it's 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
Than droppin' a boom box in water

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

the sick verbals
My spit around
you hit the ground
Your spin around, in six circles

Diminishin' menaces
I'm to get dicked, if not
I'm a finishin' innocents, lyrics

I'm the region
Freezin' G's in legion
Freakin' techniques
When I'm speakin'

It's all Crooked
These shout 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 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?
Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to y'all niggas up
don't wanna see none of this West Coast MC shit
Yeah, how you like me now

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Make niggas sport and chucks 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 cut, plus 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 wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after at you
All hell break lose when the pound come through

I found that you and yours, can never fuck 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 to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop me and my niggas is platinum plus
My Kurupt

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

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

Whatcha
Motherfuckas that be in the battle
That's I'm talkin' about

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