Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Get Down

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

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

I the last, killed the ass with my ninety-five 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, check the
Have you goin' like Mary J. Blige
When poppin' like this you can't be a coward
freaks fuckin' beats like Adina Howard

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

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

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

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

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

Let me rock the mic
Smoke a stick of dynamite, then fight all night
I got jabs like a champion
The pocket-pincher pistol-packin'
Quick to get it
Went from jackin' to 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 have him like lunch or dinner, he's a beginner
Fuckin' with a winner, number one top dog
Head nigga in runnin' with a group of hogs
40 Thevz, Circle, Cat, and Crowbar
Best to put daughter, wack ass rappers get tossed up
to come in here with that garbage
My crew see the and the hardest
So clear the path or get your ass bogarted

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

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

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

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

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

We don't give a fuck, fools duck
39 deep in the back of Wino's
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 to kick a style
Like from here to North Dakota
The ambassador of funk amps in the trunk
And when it's time to rock a mic I be no punk

I death to the evil and power to the people
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 want no motherfuckin' problems here
'Cuz I can round up a posse Paul Revere
Your whole crew'll get took out, out, shook out
Burned up a cookout, so fools better look out

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

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

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