Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

Aw yeah!
Right about now time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box,
the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i

(wait a minute, um)

i:
This is the art of,
When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the scuffle
You catchin' a buckle
I uppercut hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the verbals
My spit a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body around, in six circles
infamous menaces
I'm to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the
Freezin g's in your
Freakin' ancient when I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about
These bitches shout
I'll make you say the west coast shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get
When I'm spittin' rhymes on project kitchen tables
I this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic

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

Terror starts, in the midst of your heart,
The storm, my vocals like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when I create a
My microphone massacres every year the time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a 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
microphone terror
In effect, get
me what the fucc you expected
These injections
I leave whole sections, and full of injections
From poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of anguish
I shit with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one
the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs
Baboom, in my own zone
So don't compare me to
Not nearly
Severe, 'cause I severely, mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, I got and theories
Sincerely, I could have the locked
Niggas get for touching microphones
no knowledge on how to rock

Yeah, back in effect, it don't
Turn your speakers up, dj on the table
We fuckin' it up like and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy in the motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!

When I was
I to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my
Bust up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit
Act like a bitch on bail, tail, and run
See we do it how it be done
I'm the cut, plus how the west was won
Or descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son, you fucc around and you one
That ain't a threat, a promise I can definitely keep
You can't wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after round at you
All hell break when the whole pound come through
I found you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but some more like busta rhymes
the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds
It's to ashes and dust to dust
stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My kurupt

Yeah, no
Yeah, can't fucc wit' that

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

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

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

(mixed battlecat's scratching)

Motherfuccas can't fade this