Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

Yo, my nigga, Jamel Simmons, what the deal,
Gold D, Dig Dast, what's goin' down? goin' down?
What's on? What's goin' on?
the deal, pa, where you headed, son?
Yo, I'm to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy

Word? Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin'
At churches and shit like
He's spittin' flames now, baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin', I'ma show you,
You what I mean? He's a born again, hooligan, uh huh

I'm red rum, Run, brother, son earthquakin'
Industry shakin', you me? We money makin'
Your money fake, son, I'll call you clay 'cuz you get's
Jamel and Joey Simmons millions on the lay low

Platinum hailos, hero heads high hydro
Hit the on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat Farm
Simmons synonymous wit this cash
It's our passion,

Yo I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since
Lotta money in this fam, think it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him at Def Jam

Well, damn, how the do you think we livin'?
How you it feel to be a Simmons?
Imagine Christmas and
People wanna know why I ain't on my label
If I did this whole rap game be

Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of
It's fair that we share those naked papers
You can tell a cat about rap and it ain't luck
If twenty years his first single, his name's stuck

From seventy-four to ninety-nine, did novice's
Wit a million MC's in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them

Now it up, uh

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up, now hold up, now hold up

Now I walked on ice and never
I my time in a plush hotel
John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by
Got the right to bear arm, ring the

Another boy dyin', hot irons
Slugs flyin' out the appliance
mamma cryin', sobbin' and grievin'
You was at wit them kids till they made it even
Let down ya guard, yes, you did, now you barely

Too unaware, season on a duck
We give a what, yo, best best to give it up
Sho indeed, Run D's MC's, they phony
hump free, they mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the mosey

Jam Master Jay deserve a for this track, right?
G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
She wasn't night punk, little boy
Stylin' mad chump, ain't no wins
This extreme, know what I mean?
Gettin' royalties, 'Down The King'

Crack, crack, in the cradle
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Little boy blue, higher than the
Will he, will he want a weapons, will he the wound?
I come to and lay down the rules

Two, two, two, channel guzzle, brake gallons of drop
wit the forty, once sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, as a goner
Didn't really wanna my momma in Savannah

I spit dynamite ignite, turn off
Recite poetry type, get my squad physically hype
Get a hundred blast funkmaster, crushin' ya life

Time to go now, these fake rappers the way to go down
'Down With The King', like Smokey wit Motown
Who wanna come and see? Come and me
Take a million MC's to wet me

For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, freein' the
Wit the red eye, talkin' too much
Tape 'em up, 'em hog tied

You thinkin' about it way too hard, how to get down wit the
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit
Peep chicks the sacks, your's scratchin' the back
I'mma shark in a shack, cats is feedin' the fish

Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga, that leave you
And I'm leavin' 'em dry, crushed wit bleedin' lips
Bet I these chips and a C.L.K.
After I hang in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up, hold up