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 I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool, the strap up by the naughties
Niggie why you beam us, I don't step up with no bullshit

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

I killed the last, the ass with my ninety-five drive
I'm deep like Denzel with my Tide, nigga
Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something
I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within from the hood
You need it, I'll it, baby, check the size
Have you goin' like Mary J. Blige
When it's like this you can't be a coward
Shorty freaks fuckin' beats like Adina

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

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

We and cuss and kick up dust
none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?
So what's the time? time to get real
Why you your rhyme? 'Cuz that's how I bail

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

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

Let me rock the mic
Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, fight all night
I got like a welterweight champion
The pocket-pincher pistol-packin'
Quick to get it
Went from to rappin' to runnin' with a pack of mad men
Pull a trick out my sleeve like
fool tried to play me for a punk

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

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

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

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

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

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

We don't give a fuck, fools duck
39 deep in the back of truck
Like robbin' in the paint, fool think I
Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin'
I rev like a motor float on like a to kick a style
Like from here 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 bring death to the evil and power to the
My ain't Steve Miller but I fly like an eagle
Don't me for a chump, I get around like Gump
And I got con in my verse than Chuck
And you don't want no motherfuckin' here
'Cuz I can round up a posse like Revere
Your crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out
Burned up like a cookout, so better look out

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

It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin' over pissin' in your monitor
Socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your dreams
You best to up and apologize
Niggaz yearn me 'cuz I burn like Parker
But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of Blu
The lyrical night stalker stalkin' at in a pair of creased Khakis
Chuck Taylors, my pistol grip
Dub-C, nigga from Westside mad circle

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