Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

[Intro: Dig (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig what's goin down, what's goin down)
{Aight, what's goin on, what's on
What's the deal pa, where you headed
(Yo I'm to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a now, collectin plates
At churches and
(He's spittin flames right now
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin, I'm show you,
He's a born again, hooligan)

[Jamel
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son,
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money
Your money fake son, I'll call you 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey holdin millions on the lay low
Platinum hailos, 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 sinamous wit cash
our passion... what!?

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

[Method
Now it up, uh

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

[Method
Now I on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but
Word to my born, dead by
Got the right to bear arm, the alarm!
sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the appliance
Baby mamma cryin, and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids till they it even
Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you breathin
To unaware, open on a duck, we don't give a what
Yo best best to it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they
Some hump free, mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset
Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if that's yo
She wasn't last punk, little boy
Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins
This sport's extreme, know I mean?
Gettin royalty, +Down the King+!!!

[D.M.C.]
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 want a weapons, he wanted the wound
I come to school and lay down the
Two, two, two empty guzzle, brake gallons of drop
Shorty wit the forty, once sport in the
Co-co-corner, black as a
Didn't wanna call my momma in Savannah

[Mike
I spit dynamite ignite off lights
Recite, spit poetry type, get my physically hype
Get a hundred blast from Funkmaster, ya life
+Blast+ Time to go now, show these rappers the way to go down
With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, and test me
Take about a million to wet me
For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, the five
Wit the red eye, niggas to much
'em up, leave 'em hog tied

[Kenny
You thinkin it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats
Peep chicks the sacks, yours scratchin the back
I'mma shark in a shack, y'all is feedin the fish
Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga that you ripped
And I'm leavin 'em dry, crushed wit bleadin lips
Bet I, these chips, and a C.L.K.
After I hang in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

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