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?
What's goin' on? What's on?
What's the deal, pa, you headed, son?
Yo, I'm 'bout to go to the and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy

Word? Ain't he a now, collectin' plates
At churches and shit like
spittin' flames 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 money
Your money fake, son, I'll call you clay you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey holdin' millions on the lay low

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

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it rap no more
Call it Incorporated, since seventy-four
money 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 on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap game be

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

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

Now it up, uh

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now hold up, now up, now hold up

Now I walked on ice and fell
I spent my in a plush hotel
John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For Run-D.M.C. I let fly, freein' the five
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
chicks huggin' the sacks, your's scratchin' the back
I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is the fish

Now hate and wit clips, nigga, that leave you ripped
And I'm leavin' 'em dry, crushed wit bleedin' lips
Bet I leave chips 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 really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run make ya wanna drop, drop


Now hold up, up