Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up Kris

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 that ya say
you're too much
So the fire of the one they call the
Mack
the is what I pack and what I pack is real
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 funk keepin ya speaker
The miggada, miggada Mack to get it

Wear my to the back, that's my

ya lil cream puff daddy wanna be
dreamin cause 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 to. 'Cause that 's what I was born to do.

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

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

I'm the brother for suckers 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
brother bad as me

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

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

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

So many times I your rhymes
But you can't touch
I'm the type of flavor that makes ya say
you're too much
So feel the fire of the one they the
Daddy
the fire is I pack and what I pack is real
bad
I like to a hold of your soul and never
let go
ya jump do the hump and say (Hoe)
Now the state of mind I'm in, Huh
with rhyme after I win
I'm the brother 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 brother kickin rhymes ya never 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 what I was to do.

it up, Kris, warm 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. '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.