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,
When I'm rockin' I'm shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own
Deliver the sick
My spit a round, before you hit the ground,
Your spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin'
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the
Freezin g's in your
Freakin' ancient techniques when I'm speakin'
It's all crooked
These bitches crooked
make 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 with this?
Let's get kurupt the kingpin to y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of west 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 mystic state of mind, I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal of a loud talker
Up against the microphone stalker
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
Extra-terrestrial microphone
In effect, get
me what the fucc you expected
These venemous
I leave whole sections, and full of injections
From these melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow
I mangle shit with my
Tell me, have you ever one elope
With the
In a scandal 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 could 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 on the table
We it up like this and like that, yeah
Got my xzibit in the motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!

When I was
I to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my
Bust shots up in the sky obsenities
Make niggas cackies and chucks from hear to italy
It'll be, a cold day in when you see xzibit fail
Act a bitch 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 direct of the gatling gun
Don't test me son, you fucc and catch you one
That ain't a threat, that's a I can definitely keep
You compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after round at you
All break lose when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never 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
It's ashes to ashes and dust to
Can't stop till me and my is platinum plus
My dogg

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

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

(mixed with scratching)

Motherfuccas can't this shit