Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

Aw yeah!
Right about now it's to get busy
Huh, straight out the box,
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, 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 buckle
I niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the verbals
My shotty spit a round, you hit the ground,
Your body around, in six circles
infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin'
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm the region
Freezin g's in your
ancient techniques when I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about
These bitches shout
I'll make you say the west coast ain't shit without
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 crooked i, the happy, mic snatcha

Motherfuccers can you dig that,
Can you fucc with
get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all 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, I create a rhyme
My microphone every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud
Up against the night stalker
With a tendency of mcs, like ten of me
As you can see I mashin' mcs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone
In effect, get
Tell me what the fucc you
These injections
I whole sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous and selections
I select the methods of anguish
I shit with my language
Tell me, have you seen one elope
With the
In a scandal abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, alone in my own
So compare me to none
Not nearly
Severe, 'cause I severely, mcs
Near me, and fear me, I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I could have the locked
Niggas get stoned for microphones
With no on how to rock

Yeah, back in effect, it stop
Turn speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and that, yeah
Got my xzibit in the motherfuccin' 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 niggas sport and chucks from hear to italy
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 can't be
I'm the rough cut, 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, a promise I can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after round at you
All hell break lose when the pound come through
I that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more busta rhymes
the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the hyper
It's ashes to and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum
My kurupt

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

That's what I'm talkin'
West coast, we been doin' this shit for
Aint nothin' happenin' wit'

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

(mixed battlecat's scratching)

can't fade this shit