Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

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

(wait a minute, um)

i:
This is the art of,
I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You the wrong scuffle
You a chrome buckle
I niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the verbals
My shotty 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 (lyrics), I'm breezin the
g's in your legion
Freakin' techniques when I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all crooked
bitches shout crooked
I'll make you say the west ain't shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get
When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project 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 fucc with
Let's get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y'all up
don't wanna see none of this west coast mc shit
Yeah, how you me now motherfucker!? !

Terror starts, in the midst of heart, starts
The storm, my float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when I create a
My microphone massacres year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a talker
Up the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of mcs, like ten of me
As you can see I mashin' mcs
Caboom, the gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone
In effect, get
Tell me what the fucc you
These injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of
From these melodies and selections
I the methods of slow anguish
I shit with my language
Tell me, have you seen one elope
With the
In a scandal like abilities to mcs explode
Baboom, alone in my own
So don't me to none
Not one's
Severe, 'cause I severely, mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, I got plots and
Sincerely, I could have the locked
get stoned for touching microphones
With no on how to rock

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

When I was
I to the table double 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 you see xzibit fail
Act like a on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it be done
I'm the rough cut, 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' in the street
to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit'
I own shit but gimme more like busta rhymes
the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be the crowds hyper
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My dogg

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

That's what I'm about
West coast, we been doin' shit for years
nothin' happenin' wit' that

(don't up)
Right,
(don't step up, unles you 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 about
Daz
(don't step up, you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it
Huh

(mixed with scratching)

Motherfuccas can't this shit