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
the body cool, keep the strap 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
Peep the correct way to get pimp on
Let me hit the bong, oh, and my mind's 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 like this I'm mobbin'

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

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

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

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

Watch me, swallow this nickel and five pennies
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 where even in the summer niggaz wear beanies
Bustin' lyrics sharper than razor blades, catch it from to toe
If you're shocked, amazed
you see me at my stage show
For my stage beat 'em up

40 Thevz gettin' busy, coast 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 like 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 get none, so fuck 'em

Let me rock the mic
Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then all night
I got jabs like a champion
The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher
to get it crackin'
Went from jackin' to rappin' to runnin' with a of mad men
Pull a out my sleeve like Aladdin
Some fool tried to play me for a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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