Luyện nghe bài hát Superstars Remix

1:

Hey yo first things
It's time to ground in the eighth round
Box battle & down
From the beat & the tone, jump in the cyclone
S t y l e s, yes I
Red beam,
Pack red
Put 'em up,
You plucked a bad
Off the spitting, in the gorilla tag-team
What's up now? jump down, they can't breathe

Yo! you kno the routine, the effect
Please, step, you wanna be one of my pet peeve's
The more beef the better, sound strange but you all wanna creep
Ok? in the club a cheesy sweater
Why not, we got so much street credit, the rookie let us
Now that's foolish, cuz we act sweet
Cuz I can run 10 in a track meet

Keep it it's on now
Making it rile
Shaking the rile
Rip it apart
the funk pal
Dunk the punk
What now, watch your battleship get down
Click(click), pow(pow), nine(nine) thou(thou),
Just I thought, what's up now? huh(2nd time)

2:

Hold it down, give in
Styles having limbs
Or weather you it to end
Dirty m'again, I him again
05 them sins
Or 30 your friends get knocked out, wind
Hoped'd out, you want, take a look at my grin
I'm a fish you can tell by the & fin's
C'mon,

Yo! I got a wack
Taking the offspring & joke 'em
The distorted guitar
Who am I? russian roulette,
Cruising your bed, how to qubec in july
Area 51, stereo, vibe, gun
Here we go, s o b, some
We're the kids in the hall, with the new
Blast both angles, a boondock saint
So, get up get up and let the hit ya
Snap this audio-style uh!

Keep it moving on now
it punk rile
Shaking the funk
Rip it style
the funk pal
Dunk the punk
What now, watch your battleship get sunk
Click(click), pow(pow), nine(nine) thou(thou),
what I thought, what's up now? huh(2nd time)

3:

Who the is spliting the belly of a shellfish
In any your style playing the fell
Drilling brain, like rap & video-games
Feel the able the styles get'n into your face

Yo! what of stuff is he drawn
Really it's styles, really you yo c'mon shove off
You gotta be gone, ripped out of your brain
Triped over your lip to dispossess your b
What's with this chilling eating kibbles'n
There aint street talking the globe, I can't fix,Get it?
I'm sick with it, when I spit the
& it drip's up in 'em & it the women in a
quick dilemma;We can it now,
And I don't kno who did it but they it was styles

Click, pow, nine thou, what? just what I thought what's up

Click, pow nine thou, what? what I thought what's up now? hu (x2)