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

So many I heard your rhymes
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 I pack and what I pack is real
bad
I like to grab a hold of your soul and
let go
Till ya jump do the 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, Mack came to get it

Wear my to the back, that's my

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

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

you on the scope (the scope)!
Peepin out my rhyme cause dope (it's dope)!
And for you there's no
My (is what)!
Daddy Mack
krossed out catchin all ladies
the age I be I should be playin with
But instead I put my head makin ya
make
how I kick it that's my every day
life and I rehearse to be sharp as a man

I'm the wrong brother for to be messin

cause when I put my on a mic I start
it
They me the D.A. double 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 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 to. 'Cause that 's what 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. that 's what I was born to do.

So times I heard your rhymes
But you touch this
I'm kickin the type of flavor that ya say
you're too Kris
So feel the fire of the one call the
Mack
the fire is what I pack and what I pack is
bad
I like to a hold of your soul and never
let go
ya jump do the hump and say (Hoe)
Now that's the state of I'm in, Huh
rhyme 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 call me the D.A. double D.Y. M. A. C. there
brother bad as me
When I (let go)! Something the (ghetto)! word
A lil kickin rhymes like ya never ever

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