Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Noise

Bass! How low can you go?
Death row, a brother knows
Once again, back is the
The animal
The D, Public Enemy Number One
Five-O said, "Freeze!" and I got
Can I tell 'em I never really had a gun?
But the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell cause my records, they
a brother like me said, "Well
Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you to listen to
What he can say to you, what you wanna do is for now"
of the people, say
"Make a miracle, D, the lyrical"
Black is back, all in, gonna win
Check it out, y'all, here we go again

it up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! the noise!

Never badder than bad the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt as a
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a
Cause the beats and the lines are so
for lessons I'm saying inside
Music that the critics are me for
They'll never for the brothers and sisters
Mow, the country has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, come on now, they're gonna have to
we get it right
Radio stations I question their
They call themselves black, but see if they'll play this

it up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! the noise!

Get from in of me, the crowd runs to me
My deejay is warm, X, I call him Norm, ya know
He can cut a from side to side
So what, the ride, the glide be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, is the father of your rock'n'roll
for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man
Making a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya
You call 'em demos, but we limos, too
gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run-DMC said a deejay could be a band
Stand on its feet, get you out seat
Beat is for Eric B. and LL as well,
Wax is for Anthrax, still it can bells
forever, universal, it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator

it up! Bring the noise!
Turn it up! the noise!

From coast to coast, so you can stop like a comatose
"Stand, my The beat's the same with a boast toast"
Rock some pizzazz, it will last. Why you ask?
Roll with the stars, still never get accepted as
We got to plead the Fifth, we can
Don't need to wait, get the record
Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor,
X to sign checks, to get paid
We got to it out down on the avenue
A magazine or two is dissing me and you
Yeah, I'm you