Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time to get
Huh, out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, 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 niggas hard enough to break my own
Deliver the verbals
My shotty a round, before you hit the ground,
Your spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start innocents
(lyrics), I'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in your
Freakin' ancient techniques I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about
bitches shout crooked
I'll make you say the west coast ain't shit crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get
When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen
I load this 4-5 and let slugs at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic

Motherfuccers can you dig that,
Can you with this?
Let's get kurupt the to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't 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 of mind, when I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the time
With amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone stalker
a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see I continue mcs
Caboom, the gets cleared as my views get clearer
microphone terror
In effect, get
Tell me what the fucc you
These injections
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 ever one elope
the microphone
In a like abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, in my own zone
So don't compare me to
Not one's
Severe, 'cause I severely, mcs
Near me, and fear me, I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I have the spot locked
get stoned for touching microphones
With no knowledge on how to

Yeah, back in effect, it stop
Turn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the
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 double
Sadistic, artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky obsenities
Make sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see fail
Act like a on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be
I'm the cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gun
Don't test me son, you around and catch you one
That ain't a threat, a promise I can definitely keep
You can't compete 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the pound come through
I found you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some like busta rhymes
the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the hyper
It's to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop me and my niggas is platinum plus
My dogg

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

what I'm talkin' about
West coast, we been doin' shit for years
nothin' 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)
what I'm talkin' about
Daz
(don't step up, unless you get hurt)
it down, break it down
Huh

(mixed with scratching)

can't fade this shit