Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up Kris

Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris,
I'm about to. 'Cause what I was born to do.
Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris.
I'm about to. 'Cause 's what I was born to do.

So many times I your rhymes
But you can't this
I'm kickin the of flavor that makes ya say
too much Kris
So the fire of the one they call the
Daddy
the is what I pack and what I pack is real
bad
I like to grab a of your soul and never
let go
Till ya do the hump and say (Hoe)
Now the state of mind I'm in, Huh
with rhyme rhyme I win

The (The Mack)
Known ta break 'em off and lay
In a bed of funk keepin ya speaker
The miggada, miggada Mack to get it

Wear my pants to the back, my

ya lil cream puff daddy wanna be
dreamin cause a mack you'll never be
So all of ya'll them Doctor Suess riddles
you can get the finger ( ) the

Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris,
I'm about to. that's what I was born to do.
Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris.
I'm to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do.

it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris,
I'm to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do.
it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris.
I'm about to. 'Cause 's what I was born to do.

Caught you on the (the scope)!
Peepin out my rhyme cause it's (it's dope)!
And for you no hope
My (is what)!
Mack baby
Totally krossed out catchin all
the age I be I should be playin with
But instead I put my into makin ya
make
That's how I kick it my every day
and I rehearse to be sharp as a knife man

I'm the wrong brother for suckers to be

cause when I put my hand on a mic I
it
They call me the D.A. D.Y. M. A. C. there ain't
brother bad as me

When I (let go)! Something from the (ghetto)!
A lil brother kickin rhymes like ya never

Daddy of them all shootin to kill like a gun
suckers how its

it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris,
I'm about to. 'Cause that's I was born to do.
warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris.
I'm to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do.

it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris,
I'm about to. 'Cause that's I was born to do.
it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris.
I'm about to. 'Cause 's what I was born to do.

So many times I heard your
But you touch this
I'm kickin the of flavor that makes ya say
too much Kris
So feel the fire of the one call the
Daddy
the fire is what I and what I pack is real
bad
I like to a hold of your soul and never
let go
Till ya jump do the and say (Hoe)
Now that's the state of I'm in, Huh
with after rhyme I win
I'm the wrong brother for to be messin

cause I put my hand on a mic I start
it
They me the D.A. double D.Y. M. A. C. there ain't
another bad as me
When I (let go)! from the (ghetto)! word
A lil brother kickin rhymes like ya never

Daddy of them all to kill like a gun showing
suckers how its

Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris,
I'm about to. 'Cause what I was born to do.
Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris.
I'm about to. 'Cause that 's what I was to do.

it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris,
I'm about to. that's what I was born to do.
Warm it up, Kris, it up, Kris.
I'm about to. that 's what I was born to do.

it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris,
I'm to. 'Cause that's what I was born to do.
it up, Kris, warm it up, Kris.
I'm to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do.