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,
When I'm I'm more shockin' than 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 shotty spit a round, you hit the ground,
Your spin around, in six circles
infamous 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 about
These bitches shout
I'll you say the west coast ain't shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get
When I'm rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs at ya
Now that's for i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

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 this west coast mc
Yeah, how you me now motherfucker!? !

Terror starts, in the of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals like arts
In the mystic of mind, when I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the time
With audio amputations, thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night
With a tendency of bashing mcs, ten of me
As you can see I mashin' mcs
Caboom, the room gets as my views get clearer
microphone terror
In effect, get
Tell me what the you expected
These injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of
From these melodies and selections
I the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one
the microphone
In a scandal abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, in my own zone
So don't me to none
Not nearly
Severe, 'cause I severely, mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, I got and theories
Sincerely, I could have the spot
Niggas get stoned for touching
no knowledge 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 house
Alkaholiks!

When I was
I came to the table fisted
Sadistic, artillery, for all my enemies
Bust up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
It'll be, a day in hell 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 direct of the gatling gun
test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That ain't a threat, that's a promise I can definitely
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after round at you
All break lose when the whole pound 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 gotta pay the
I'm the sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My kurupt

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

That's what I'm about
West coast, we been doin' this 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 that be in the battle
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's what I'm about
Daz
(don't step up, unless you get hurt)
Break it down, it down
Huh

(mixed with scratching)

can't fade this shit