Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

Aw yeah!
Right about now 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 water
You entered the wrong
You a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick
My spit a round, before you hit the ground,
body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin'
(lyrics), I'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in legion
Freakin' techniques when I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all crooked
These bitches shout
I'll make you say the west coast ain't without crooked
I own a label, niggas'll 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

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

Terror starts, in the midst of heart, starts
The storm, my vocals like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when I create a
My microphone massacres every year the same
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a talker
Up against the microphone stalker
With a of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see I continue mcs
Caboom, the room gets as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial terror
In effect, get
Tell me what the fucc you
These injections
I leave whole sections, and full of injections
From these melodies and selections
I the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit my language
Tell me, have you ever one elope
the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs
Baboom, in my own zone
So don't compare me to
Not one's
Severe, I severely, impare mcs
me, oppose and fear me, I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I have the spot locked
get stoned for touching microphones
With no on how to rock

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

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

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

what I'm talkin' about
West coast, we been 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)
what I'm talkin' about
Daz
(don't up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it
Huh

(mixed with scratching)

Motherfuccas can't this shit