Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

Aw yeah!
Right now it's 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' than droppin' a boom box in bath
You entered the scuffle
You catchin' a chrome
I uppercut hard enough to break my own knuckles
the sick verbals
My shotty a round, before you hit the ground,
body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the
Freezin g's in your
ancient techniques when I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all crooked
These bitches crooked
I'll you say the west coast ain't shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, get disabled
When I'm spittin' written on project kitchen tables
I load 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Motherfuccers can you dig that,
Can you fucc this?
get kurupt the kingpin to fucc 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 of your heart, starts
The storm, my float like arts
In the state of mind, when I create a rhyme
My massacres every year the same time
audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up the microphone night stalker
With a of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see I mashin' mcs
Caboom, the room cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial terror
In effect, get
Tell me what the you expected
venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and full of injections
From these melodies and selections
I the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my
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, '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 speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy xzibit in the house
Alkaholiks!

When I was
I came to the double fisted
Sadistic, artillery, for all my enemies
shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell you see xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be
I'm the cut, plus how the west was won
Or descendant of the gatling gun
Don't 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 heat in the street
Ready to repeat, after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole come through
I that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
I own but gimme some more like busta rhymes
Cross the line, now you pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, be keepin' the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and to dust
stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My kurupt

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

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

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

(mixed battlecat's scratching)

Motherfuccas can't this shit