Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Get Down

Steppin' up out the shadows, I equipped to wreck
Hold up just a sec Coolio, I'm on
(Malika)
Yeap, the diction is on
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob 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
the correct 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 swingin' for the knockout, best believe I'm to drop her
Ninety-five's on poppin', representin' I stompin'
Throw up my fists just like 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 within from the hood
You it, I'll feed it, baby, check the size
Have you goin' down Mary J. Blige
it's poppin' like this you can't be a coward
Shorty freaks beats like Adina Howard

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

We and cuss and kick up dust
Don't 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 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 your '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 think they can see me?
I'm from Compton where even in the summer niggaz wear
Bustin' lyrics sharper razor blades, catch it from head to toe
If you're shocked, amazed
you see me at my stage show
For my stage beat 'em up

40 Thevz gettin' busy, rockin' coast to
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' 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 when I'm
Or get to duckin' 'cuz I ain't given 'em
Fools get none, so fuck 'em

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

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

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

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

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

Just like that 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 the flyest nigga like Orkin
Stalkin' lofts men to New York and in
So caution, leave the flossin' for dental hygeine
Mental my gene equals nasty young bastard
The raps be mastered takin' vinyl's virginity

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

We don't a fuck, fools better duck
39 deep in the of Wino's truck
robbin' in the paint, fool think I ain't?
Your crew is on stank, 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 with amps in the trunk
And when time to rock a mic I won't be no punk

I death to the evil and power to the people
My name ain't Miller but I fly like an eagle
play me for a chump, I get around like Gump
And I got more con in my than Chuck
And you don't want no motherfuckin' problems
'Cuz I can up a posse like Paul Revere
Your crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out
Burned up like a cookout, so fools look out

Fresh out the box
a stockin' cap, cut off dickies
And high-top striped socks
The freestyle fanatic back at it causin' static
lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket
The last in line but one of the to get wit' cha
Bringin' more terror to MC's than a Michigan
Click, click boom, nigga fuck crew

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