Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

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

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

You entered the wrong
You a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas enough
To my own knuckles

Deliver the verbals
My spit 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
Freezin' G's in your
Freakin' ancient
When I'm speakin'

It's all about
bitches shout Crooked
I'll you say the West Coast
shit without Crooked

I own a label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs 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 wanna see none of this West Coast MC shit
Yeah, how you like me now

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

With amputations, vocal 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 cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial terror
In effect, get
me, "What the fuck you expected?"

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

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

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

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

Yeah, back in effect, it stop
Turn your speakers up, DJ 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 double
Sadistic, artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin'

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, no
Yeah, y'all fuck wit' that
what I'm talkin' about

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

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

Daz
it down, break it down
Motherfuckas fade this shit