Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's down, what's goin down)
{Aight, goin on, what's goin on
What's the pa, where 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
(He's spittin flames now baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin, I'm show you,
Youknowhatimean? a born again, hooligan)

[Jamel
I'm red rum, Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay you get's Play-Doh
and Joey Simmons holdin 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 glamorous Phat Farm fashion
name sinamous wit this cash
our passion... what!?

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it rap no more
Call it Incorporated, since '74
Lotta in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him at Def Jam
damn, how the hell you think we livin?
How you think it feel to be a
Imagine and Thanksgiving
People know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this rap game be unstable
over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
It's only fair that we share those papers
You can tell a cat about rap and it ain't luck
If 20 years after his single, his name's stuck
From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a
MC's waitin in
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and rise

[Method
Now it up, uh

[Chorus 2X:
Run really make ya wanna drop,
Now wanna ya go live, live
Now make ya go live, live
Now up

Man]
Now I walked on ice and never
I my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but
Word to my born, by dawn
Got the right to arm, ring the alarm!
Another boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the appliance
Baby cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit kids till they made it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you breathin
To unaware, open season on a duck, we give a what
Yo best best to it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, phony
Some hump free, mad bogey
up ya horse, if the sunset mosey
Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if that's yo
She last night punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no here
This sport's extreme, know what I
royalty, +Down With the King+!!!

[D.M.C.]
Crack, crack, in the cradle
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, in the spoon
Little Boy Blue than the moon
Will he, he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound
I come to school and lay the rules
Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake of drop
Shorty wit the forty, once in the dark
Co-co-corner, as a goner
Didn't really wanna call my momma in

Ransom]
I dynamite ignite turn off lights
Recite, spit type, get my squad physically hype
Get a hundred blast from Funkmaster, crush ya
+Blast+ Time to go now, show these fake the way to go down
Down With The Kings, like Smokey wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, and test 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 to much
Tape 'em up, 'em hog tied

[Kenny
You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get down wit the
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit
Peep chicks huggin the sacks, yours scratchin the
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, shit's crushed wit bleadin
Bet I, these chips, and a C.L.K.
After I plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

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