Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a little that must be told
Ah yes, yes y'all and you stop
Here's a little that must be told
listenin' to the sounds, of the best MC, in the world
Keith, go off and go off

I got a flier in my hand, Bambaataa with Crush
The place is packed, with Wa and Rayon
Lovely ladies smellin' sweet, a lot of Avon
Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie behind me

Flash and Theodore, super cuts that me
Catch a Groove is the rhythm, spinnin' and forth
From the East and the Valley, swingin' up North
Towards the South Bronx, Park and Webster

The speakers are pumpin', power bass is
With the Ultra mega amp, pep up, jumpin'
From to side, the double meters will peak
They had some good MC's, a lot of them, they was

They no with no metaphor, no voice to speak
Melle Mel had the best rhymes, with Caz
Moe tried to get down but I made him sit down
With that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit

and go turn, see the flame and go burn
To ashes to ashes, dust to
Seven later toy you still crusty crust
Your old are rust, very dirty and dusty

And under your arms you're kickin' power and
Get out of my way, and let the rhythm roll
Let me run up the charts, freak a turn gold
While you're listenin', I throw a buzz in ear
Bust the

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Now swing partner around, dosey-dosey
Like musical chairs and ring the Rosie
The you pace see, Kool Herc with J.C.
The battle, The Disco Twins

Funky with break beats, the DJ spins
For the L Brothers, right in the scene
Mean Gene was maxin', Rockin' Rob went to
While the tables would turn, the old needles to jerk

With the drive, Technics and B-1's
With the light shinin', the red on D-1's
drive and Nova, I'm chillin' with G.L.O.B.E.
Mr. and Pow-Wow, Monk and Superman

Pullin' out that Olde E, funky funky 40 ounce
Ikey C Cosmic, the bass bottom bounce
Red Alert in the booth, the to mix
Silly rabbit you know my style has

To go on, to the next line, to the of dawn
I move up step, to the early early morn
With a hip-hop drink and some rhyme
Never smokin' or sniffin' or ever jokin' or

Because it's to plex more, and rhyme fantastic
Donald Rock and Whipper Whip, neither rapper was
in the days, you had to be so sarcastic
To stretch out a and make it double elastic

You learn new jack, back and be wack
You know what time it is boy and mic I smoke
Bust the

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

on at the Boys Club, while Tom excel
I got a name for your brain that surely rings a
Patti Duke had the hands, swift with Billy Boy
Playin' James records, you stupid you silly boy

Bongo Rockin', hard the rhythm go
You fake and pass, Busy Bee and go
To the AJ Scratch, a funky that matched
With a break, that was hard to catch

DST was mixin', slicin' with his
Freakin' the wheels, loopin' rhymes, we go
To the master faster, speed up and go
Turn my JVC to power and blast the

Mario tape, yes The King
With the b-side The Funky Drums, no new jack
rappers with polka dots, were bound to get stuck
You had the Zulus the crew, you're pushin' your luck

The Casanovas was all scheamin' to duck
You had The Black Spades, The Savage Skulls
Gang bangin' was over, neither crew is
got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to kiss

So on the rhymes rollin', straight up into disco
Eddie was sweet G and back up to Cisko
And freakier Islam, with the Great Love
Spinnin' high-top beats, can you it, you dig
Kool out smokin', my lyrics are hot
Bust the

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get