Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time to get
Huh, straight out the box,
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, i

(wait a minute, um)

i:
This is the art of,
When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in water
You the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a buckle
I uppercut hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick
My shotty a round, before you hit the ground,
Your spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin'
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the
Freezin g's in your
Freakin' techniques when I'm speakin' phoenician
all about crooked
These bitches shout
I'll make you say the west coast ain't shit crooked
I own a vicious label, get disabled
When I'm rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the happy, mic snatcha

Motherfuccers can you dig that,
Can you with this?
Let's get kurupt the to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this coast mc shit
Yeah, how you me now motherfucker!? !

Terror starts, in the midst of heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float arts
In the mystic state of mind, when I a rhyme
My massacres every year the same time
With amputations, vocal 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 room gets cleared as my views get
Extra-terrestrial terror
In effect, get
Tell me what the fucc you
venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of
From these melodies and selections
I select the of slow anguish
I shit with my language
me, have you ever seen one elope
With the
In a scandal like to make mcs explode
Baboom, in my own zone
So compare me to none
Not one's
Severe, I severely, impare mcs
me, oppose and fear me, I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I could have the spot
Niggas get stoned for microphones
With no knowledge on how to

Yeah, back in effect, it stop
Turn speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and that, yeah
Got my homeboy in the motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!

When I was
I came to the table fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my
Bust shots up in the sky screamin'
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see fail
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 descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son, you fucc and catch you one
That ain't a threat, that's a promise I can definitely
You can't compete wit' 25 wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after at you
All break lose when the whole pound come through
I that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some like busta rhymes
the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds
It's ashes to ashes and to dust
Can't till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My dogg

Yeah, no
Yeah, y'all fucc wit' that

That's what I'm talkin'
West coast, we been doin' this for years
Aint happenin' wit' that

(don't up)
Right,
(don't up, unles you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh

(get get get get hurt)
say
Motherfuccas be hangin' in the battle
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's I'm talkin' about
Daz
(don't step up, unless you get hurt)
Break it down, it down
Huh

(mixed with scratching)

Motherfuccas can't fade this