Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

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

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

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

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

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no
Call it Incorporated, since seventy-four
Lotta in this fam, think about 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 and Thanksgivin'
People wanna know why I ain't on my label
If I did this rap game be unstable

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

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

Now it up, uh

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now hold up, now 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, by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the

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

Too unaware, season on a duck
We don't give a what, yo, best to give it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they
Some free, they mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the mosey

Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if yo girlfriend
She wasn't last punk, little boy
Stylin' mad chump, ain't no here
This sport's extreme, what I mean?
Gettin' royalties, 'Down With The

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

Two, two, two, empty guzzle, brake gallons of drop
Shorty wit the forty, once in the dark
Co-co-corner, black as a
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 from funkmaster, ya life

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

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

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

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

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya drop, drop


Now hold up, up