Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Rhythm Run

Salt-N-Pepa's on the mic makin' sure you
The type of hype unbelievable to write
gonna spin from beginning to end
Once again, we're gonna let the begin

So tell me Pepa, are you ready to it out?
You know it Salt, I'm ready to it out
Spinderella, are you ready to work it
'Cuz Salt-N-Pepa is ready to it out

So let the run, the rhythm run
Now let the run, the drums run
So let the rhythm run, the run
Yo, Salt, Can we get some?

They call me Salt, I'm like a bulbs
The rhymes I toss, they're more than a lightning bug
On the strength I swore no either-or
MCs, we're gonna a mouth-to-mouth war

Some rappers got on the mic, right?
But be playin' it like they're all that
And you know happen if I don't like your style of rappin'
on stage as soon as I'm on it

Spin drops a to warn my opponent
Hurb pumps the bass upon the system
We kick a rhyme and claim victim
People 'round the world, I to play to 'em

In club, arena, and stadium
Inside the jam we're known as the stars
Gimme a mic, and the house is Mardi Gras
I couldn't do it though without the help
The melody that we call the

Yo, Pepa, are you ready to it out, huh?
Yeah, I ready to work it out
So let the run, let the rhythm run
Aw, Pep, go ahead and bust one

If the Pep you want, that's what you'll get
As the rhythm runs, sweat's in full
I see a crowd, I can't help but get
You gotta be, throw it on and

A dope 'cuz I'm a lyrical queen
The MC's makin' microphones sing
Notes to provoke, called her a joke
The speaker smoked I spoke

Boy, you better that noise
Let the rhythm run, let it run
Let the run, now let 'em run
around and I'll bet you don't get none

Is it over yet? Never, it better
We'll let the rhythm run than ever
A bassline is added for some
Now the guitar will make ya 'n' roll

My mic is like a gun, I go nowhere it
You better one, I'm sorry but I doubt it
My partner's is Pep, she's not a half-stepper
You think you're def, but I think that she's deffer

Since is art and I'm a dope artist
If lyrics mean smart, then I must be the smartest
My DJ to spin, we call her Spinderella
If cuttin' 'em was a book, she'd be a seller

Salt's kinda short, but she don't take none
A sucker try to dis, and she have to break one
Assume the position, commence the session
Loosen up, listen, it's not a dance

Seat belts fastened, have some fun
Brace yourself, hold on, 'cuz the rhythm's run

Let the run, nah, the rhythm's done
Let the drums run, no, the are done