Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

Aw yeah!
Right about now time to get busy
Huh, out the box, nonstop
the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i

(wait a minute, um)

i:
This is the art of,
When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than a boom box in bath water
You the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a buckle
I uppercut niggas enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick
My shotty a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body around, in six circles
infamous menaces
I'm to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the
g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when I'm phoenician
all about crooked
These bitches shout
I'll make you say the west coast shit without crooked
I own a label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let dive at ya
Now for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Motherfuccers can you dig that,
Can you with this?
Let's get the kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this west mc shit
Yeah, how you me now motherfucker!? !

Terror starts, in the midst of heart, starts
The storm, my float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when I create a
My massacres every year the same time
With amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone stalker
With a tendency of bashing mcs, ten of me
As you can see I continue mcs
Caboom, the gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial terror
In effect, get
me what the fucc you expected
These venemous
I leave whole sections, and full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and
I select the methods of slow
I mangle with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one
the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs
Baboom, in my own zone
So don't compare me to
Not nearly
Severe, I severely, impare mcs
Near me, and fear me, I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I could have the locked
Niggas get for touching microphones
no knowledge on how to rock

Yeah, back in effect, it don't
Turn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the
We fuckin' it up like this and like that,
Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin'
Alkaholiks!

When I was
I to the table double fisted
Sadistic, artillery, for all my enemies
Bust up in the sky screamin' obsenities
niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit
Act a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be
I'm the rough cut, how the west was won
Or descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son, you around and catch you one
That ain't a threat, that's a promise I can keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the
Ready to repeat, round after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole come through
I found that you and yours, can fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like busta
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be the crowds hyper
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is plus
My dogg

Yeah, no
Yeah, y'all fucc wit' that

That's what I'm talkin'
West coast, we been this shit for years
nothin' happenin' wit' that

(don't up)
Right,
(don't step up, unles you get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh

(get get get get hurt)
say
Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's I'm talkin' about
Daz
(don't step up, you wanna get hurt)
it down, break it down
Huh

(mixed with scratching)

can't fade this shit