Luyện nghe bài hát Now Whut's Up

Yo, now when you hear the Keith Murray, don't think violence
That's nonsense, me and Meth put that to
I'm a product of the streets, master of the breaks and
Lyrically headstrong and be beat

Triple minded, mentally combineded underground
Microphone tyrant, always sideways
And Topsy turvy, crash-up derby
Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty dirty

Lyrical MC slayin', 'Hip Hop Quotable'
Unquotable, thirty-eight caliber style swayin'
Open your mind to what I'm sayin'
The products of the streets be playin'

It's a bloody ambush like a douche in ya tush
When I push, push up in ya
Superstar status, break off beats, the
Style's the baddest, bring extra to stop the madness

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, up the pace
(Now up?)
Gyrate, the bass
(Now up?)
the deal, huh?
(Now up?)

Aiyyo we ain't playin' no more, there's somethin' new in store
A Hot Boy but not the 504
New to rock the mic
Lyrical 'Blade' sharp like Wesley and Wright

Soundbombin' could be a
NASA blast off, Flex blast off me
E-vincible, rap round your left
So let's be

E temperamental, to dismember you
that 'November' you
They wish can do what I can do
If you could switch brains, you would, you?

My is Mike, Vince, Earvin
Jordan, Carter, Julius,
MC's at will, I'm trickery, Lou stickin' me
A curve ball, Mark ain't me

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, pick up the
(Now up?)
Gyrate, the bass
(Now up?)
Yo, what the deal,
(Now up?)

Yo, gunfire destroy ya boys and unemploy some
Put the on your kid like Castor Troy's son
Darts'll damage ya dogs where the in my truck
The camera installed, hand my balls

Call the morgue, I'm 'em, even Kyle is not feelin' 'em
When I drill 'em with skills of ten
You feminine, even call my name
I stay locked walkin' with a ball and chain

Put the mac where you tongue at, I that
These young cats'll get thumbtacked and where Big Pun at
Smoke so much, the doc asked where my at
I it out to stash my gun, son run that

Pop shit, I pop mega clips
Fuck a system, I the heat where your Sega sit
Then I bang the controller the game say, "Over"
In the Bricks, we'll stick ya when ya lays over

Yo, we in the
(Now up?)
DJ, pick up the
(Now up?)
Gyrate, the bass
(Now up?)
the deal, huh?
(Now up?)

Yo, know me, maniacs and addicts add it, at it
Venomous snake biter, I the, at it
'Cause I'm a little at it
In the Ac' with the aircraft and leave inactive

My make niggaz alter their egos
I flow and the East coast to one big creep show
South premisy, Filthy-delphia pistol
Pistol changin', pistol

I lift metal Lithuanians
Two thousand nail me Sy rap's new insanian
It's humane, ya mayn
'Til no skeletal remains remain remain mainly

To bitten man made that's made by man
the DNA code to see how God made man
I storm the mainland, scare MC's slave hands
Put microchips in they wristbands and 'em rain dance

Lay hands like Mike
ya face and hands in Ace bands
Tryin' to lift more than ya

I travel every shinin' sea, sea and to finally see
niggaz land in the error era wherever, forever no error
Easily cut niggaz careers down like
Ever forever and ever, don't you
Fuck with Sy, Khi and when we come together, what?