Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

Aw yeah!
Right about now time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box,
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, 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 uppercut niggas hard to break my own knuckles
the sick verbals
My shotty 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 (lyrics), I'm the region
Freezin g's in your
Freakin' ancient techniques I'm speakin' phoenician
all about crooked
These shout crooked
I'll make you say the west coast shit 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 slugs at ya
Now that's for i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

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

Terror starts, in the midst of your heart,
The storm, my vocals float like
In the state of mind, when I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud
Up against the night 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
microphone terror
In effect, get
Tell me what the you expected
These venemous
I leave sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and
I select the methods of slow
I mangle with my language
Tell me, have you seen one elope
With the
In a like abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, alone in my own
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 the spot locked
Niggas get for touching microphones
no knowledge on how to rock

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

When I was
I came to the double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my
Bust shots up in the sky obsenities
Make niggas sport 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 rough cut, plus how the was won
Or descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son, you fucc around and you one
That ain't a threat, a promise I can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after at you
All hell break when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never 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 keepin' the hyper
It's ashes to ashes and to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum
My kurupt

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

That's I'm talkin' 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 that be in the battle
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's I'm talkin' about
Daz
(don't step up, you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, it down
Huh

(mixed battlecat's scratching)

Motherfuccas can't fade this