Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up Kris

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

So many times I heard rhymes
But you can't touch
I'm the type of flavor that makes ya say
you're too much
So the fire of the one they call the
Daddy
the fire is what I pack and what I pack is
bad
I like to grab a hold of your soul and
let go
ya jump do the hump and say (Hoe)
Now that's the of mind I'm in, Huh
with after rhyme I win

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

Wear my pants to the back, my

ya lil cream mack daddy wanna be
keep dreamin cause a mack you'll be
So all of ya'll with them Suess riddles
you can get the ( ) the middle

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.

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 to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do.

Caught you on the (the scope)!
Peepin out my cause it's dope (it's dope)!
And for you there's no
My (is what)!
Mack baby
Totally out catchin all ladies
the age I be I should be with toys
But instead I put my into makin ya
noise
That's how I kick it that's my day
life and I rehearse to be as a knife man

I'm the wrong brother for to be messin

cause when I put my on a mic I start
it
They call me the D.A. double D.Y. M. A. C. there
another bad as me

When I (let go)! Something from the (ghetto)!
A lil brother kickin rhymes like ya ever

Daddy of all shootin to kill like a gun showing
how its done

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

So many times I heard your
But you can't this
I'm kickin the type of flavor makes ya say
you're too Kris
So feel the 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
ya jump do the hump and say (Hoe)
Now that's the of mind I'm in, Huh
rhyme after rhyme I win
I'm the wrong for suckers to be messin

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

Daddy of them all shootin to kill a gun showing
how its done

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