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
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool, keep the up by the naughties
Niggie trippin' why you beam us, I step up with no bullshit

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

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

My is hard with players and hustlers
No toleration, for fakers and
Fuckin' with me with all
You get bombed rap songs constantly
Bumpin' G-15's, scene
Killin' the competition making a fuckin' green
So ring, around the rosie and to the Rosie
And I you to know G

We bust and cuss and up dust
none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?
So the time? It's time to get real
Why you your rhyme? 'Cuz I got skills

We bust and cuss and kick up
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 five
I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is skinny
How many linny and think they can see me?
I'm from Compton where in the summer niggaz wear beanies
Bustin' lyrics sharper than razor blades, catch it head to toe
If you're shocked, amazed
When you see me at my stage
For my show beat 'em up

40 gettin' busy, rockin' coast to coast
Dogs the most rap, the hoes rocks 'em up
it up for hip-hop victims how should I drop 'em and then pop 'em
For poppin' to get what 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 'cuz I ain't given 'em nuthin'
Fools can't get none, so 'em

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

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

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

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

I peep 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 crackin'
For them niggaz steppin' up the funk, I'm packin' Tinactin
'Cuz I be earnin' stripes in tight
All the homies nines, I carry rhymes in sucker punches
What? Tootsie, my knees don't

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

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

We don't a fuck, fools better duck
39 deep in the back of truck
Like robbin' in the paint, fool think I
Your is on stank, that's why I'm pullin' rank
I rev like a motor float on a boat to kick a style
Tical from here to North Dakota
The ambassador of funk 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 name Steve Miller but I fly like an eagle
Don't play me for a chump, I get like Gump
And I got more con in my verse than
And you don't want no motherfuckin' problems
'Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul
Your whole crew'll get took out, out, shook out
Burned up like a cookout, so fools look out

out the penalty box
Sportin' a cap, cut off dickies
And some high-top striped
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 to MC's than a Michigan militia
Click, click boom, fuck your crew

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

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