Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

Aw yeah!
Right now it's time to get busy
Huh, out the box, nonstop
the kingpin, xzibit, crooked 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 bath
You entered the wrong
You catchin' a buckle
I uppercut niggas hard to break my own knuckles
the sick verbals
My spit a round, before you hit the ground,
body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' menaces
I'm to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocents
(lyrics), I'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in your
ancient techniques when I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all crooked
These shout crooked
make you say the west coast ain't shit without crooked
I own a label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let dive at ya
Now that's for i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

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

Terror starts, in the midst of your heart,
The storm, my vocals float like
In the mystic of mind, when I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud
Up the microphone night stalker
With a 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 microphone
In effect, get
Tell me what the fucc you
These venemous
I leave whole sections, and full of injections
From these melodies and selections
I select the methods of anguish
I mangle with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one
With the
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs
Baboom, in my own zone
So don't me to none
Not nearly
Severe, I severely, impare mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, I got and theories
Sincerely, I could the spot locked
get stoned for touching microphones
With no on how to rock

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

When I was
I came to the double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my
Bust up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks hear to italy
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 direct descendant of the gun
Don't me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That ain't a threat, that's a promise I can keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound come
I found that you and yours, can fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme more like busta rhymes
Cross the line, now you pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is plus
My dogg

Yeah, no
Yeah, y'all can't fucc wit'

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

(don't up)
Right,
(don't step up, 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 what I'm talkin'
Daz
(don't step up, unless you get hurt)
it down, break it down
Huh

(mixed with scratching)

can't fade this shit