Luyện nghe bài hát Bust the Facts

Here's a story that must be told
Ah yes, yes y'all and you don't
Here's a little story must be told
You're to the sounds, of the best MC, in the world
Keith, go off and go off

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

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

The speakers are pumpin', power bass is
With the Ultra amp, keepin' pep up, jumpin'
From side to side, the double meters 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, rankin' Caz
Moe tried to get down but I made him sit down
With metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit this

Stop and go turn, see the and go burn
To ashes to ashes, dust to
Seven years later toy you 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 path
Let me run up the charts, freak a turn gold
While you're listenin', I a buzz in your ear
Bust the

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get
Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Yes, yes

Let's rock, get

Now swing your around, dosey-dosey
Like musical chairs and around the Rosie
The party you see, Kool Herc with J.C.
The Herculoids battle, The Disco

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

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

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

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

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

You learn new jack, step back and be
You know time it is boy and every 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

Later on at the Club, while Tom excel
I got a name for your brain that rings a bell
Patti Duke had the nice hands, swift with Boy
Playin' James Brown records, you you silly boy

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

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

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

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

So on the kept rollin', straight up into disco
Eddie Chiba was G and back up to Cisko
And freakier Islam, the Great Love Squids
high-top beats, can you check 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