Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Get Down

Steppin' up out the shadows, I equipped to wreck
Hold up a sec Coolio, I'm on deck
(Malika)
Yeap, the is on point
Causin' friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the
That can actually a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool, keep the up by the naughties
Niggie trippin' why you beam us, I don't step up with no

See that there, clip for this stickup on the hip
the correct way to get your pimp on
Let me hit the bong, oh, and my mind's strong
Wreck it nice and proper, if it's on I'm to stop her
If I'm swingin' for the knockout, best believe I'm to drop her
Ninety-five's on poppin', representin' I stompin'
Throw up my fists just like this when I'm

I killed the last, killed the ass with my drive
I'm deep Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga
Like Khan, I tell you something good
I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee tales from the hood
You need it, I'll feed it, baby, the size
Have you goin' down Mary J. Blige
When it's poppin' like you can't be a coward
Shorty freaks beats like Adina Howard

My squad is hard with players and
No toleration, for and busters
with me with all honesty
You get bombed rap songs comin'
G-15's, Westside scene
Killin' the competition making a fuckin' green
So ring, around the rosie and to the Rosie
And I want you to G

We bust and and kick up dust
Don't of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?
So what's the time? time to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz I got

We bust and cuss and up dust
Don't none of y'all want to fuck with us?
So what's the time? It's to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? that's how I bail

Watch me, swallow this nickel and shit pennies
I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is kinda
How many linny and think they can see me?
I'm from Compton where even in the niggaz wear beanies
Bustin' lyrics than razor blades, catch it from head to toe
If shocked, then amazed
When you see me at my show
For my show beat 'em up

40 Thevz gettin' busy, rockin' to coast
Dogs the most rap, the hoes rocks 'em up
Givin' it up for hip-hop victims how should I drop 'em and pop 'em
For poppin' like to get I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin'
'Cuz I been ruffin' and scuffin', so give it up I'm bustin'
Or get to duckin' 'cuz I given 'em nuthin'
can't get none, so fuck 'em

Let me rock the mic
Smoke a stick of dynamite, then fight all night
I got jabs a welterweight champion
The purse-snatcher pistol-packin'
Quick to get it
Went jackin' to rappin' to runnin' with a pack of mad men
a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin
Some tried to play me for a punk

I had to have him lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner
Fuckin' with a winner, one contender top dog
Head nigga in runnin' with a group of hogs
40 Thevz, Circle, Cat, and Crowbar
to put your daughter, wack ass rappers get tossed up
Trying to come in here that garbage
My crew see the and the hardest
So clear the or get your punk ass bogarted

We bust and cuss and kick up
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck us?
So what's the time? It's to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz I got

We bust and cuss and kick up
Don't none of y'all niggaz to fuck with us?

I game and get recognized
Buyin' all the hard liquor, toothpick and
Bitch, you got dealt, peeled cap the other way
Like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt and ain't nothin'
For them steppin' up with the funk, I'm packin' Tinactin
'Cuz I be stripes in tight bunches
All the homies carry nines, I rhymes in sucker punches
What? Tootsie, my knees don't

Just like actor Hoffman, I be dustin' off men often
Jaywalkin' over your coffin with an eleven loss
And John that Austin won't soften
You're lost and see arson, to exterminate the flyest like Orkin
Stalkin' men to New York and in between
So take caution, the flossin' for dental hygeine
Mental plus my gene equals nasty bastard
The be lung mastered takin' vinyl's virginity

Coincidentally I run shit Walter Payton
Niggaz player hatin' 'cuz I spoke like a
I kick the bass like Ron Carter at the
When C and B came
niggaz up like when Mookie's stupid ass got caught smokin'
Figure, your stigma is lack of
So bitch-ass better step like the Delta Sigma Thetas

We don't give a fuck, better duck
39 in the back of Wino's truck
Like robbin' in the paint, fool I ain't?
crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin' rank
I rev like a motor float on like a boat to a style
Like Tical from to North Dakota
The of funk with amps in the trunk
And when it's time to a mic I won't be no punk

I death to the evil and power to the people
My name ain't Steve Miller but I fly like an
Don't play me for a chump, I get around Gump
And I got more con in my than Chuck
And you want no motherfuckin' problems here
I can round up a posse like Paul Revere
Your whole crew'll get out, turned out, shook out
up like a cookout, so fools better look out

Fresh out the box
Sportin' a cap, cut off dickies
And some striped socks
The freestyle fanatic psychosomatic at it causin' static
With still as tight as a straight jacket
The last in line but one of the to get wit' cha
Bringin' more terror to MC's than a Michigan
Click, boom, nigga fuck your crew

It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin' over pissin' in stage monitor
Socket you think that you can with mine in your wildest dreams
You to wake up and apologize
Niggaz penetentiary yearn me I burn like Parker
But anyway, half of y'all see me with a pair of Blu Blockers
The lyrical night stalkin' at night in a pair of creased Khakis
Chuck Taylors, my grip tight
Dub-C, that nigga Westside mad circle

Ay man, ay ay, what's up
Uh, loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here
Are we out? Yeah, yeah, it
it, mad circle bitch