Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Says Remix

[Pharoahe
GET THE UP!
Simon says "GET THE UP!"
Throw ya in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
is in the back sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your (yeah)
fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst of the calm, the

Luck]
Yo THE FUCK UP!
said "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Bitches in the back, crack get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know the
out in the bleachers stay shittin on the game
I suppose what spittin is flames, cowards
your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now ill
Two choices, squeeze or peel, now that's real

Monch]
WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, a minute now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him him, roll up
When I'm, ? cinematography state of
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the
Shit, I spectacular run hit spit venacular
Miraculous rhyme flow, back to the Immaculate
Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son box ya
rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor
OWWW! Fellas ya cock out
On the verge to splurge verbs for round knock out
Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated
Dust crush competition, lights out the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a nigga a slave
him from him from his fam, he don't know how to behave
Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his
Figure me to give a twenty-one gun salute
That's seven for Tupac
for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap remain
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing

Yo yo get the up
Funk Doctor Spot "Get the fuck up"
I got a bitch Nina and I tuck her
I leave a nigga hangin ya mom's muffler
her, then my boys follow up
Respect the Fonze, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, the barrel up
I ya town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull
I bend ya like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't me
Off Hennesy, that's why I Mini-Me
I need fifty when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the
Doc dark off a warning shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya
[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we tight, plus snatch the goods
my nigga, one rhyme you fold over
I'm hot-headed 'cause I wit cold shoulders
GET THE FUCK UP!

[Pharoahe
Says "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck!)

Jersey in the jackin cars now wassup!
Girls, rub on ya
(Yeah) That's right I it, rub on ya titties
Brick City committee
Pity the fool that act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the

[Method
Yo yo get the up
Yo yeah I it, get the fuck up
Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get up
Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm up
Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came
We off the chain, plus we on the chain, what?
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic ? on the road
Assholes are opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin in the sky to blast sun
Zero to in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, we be flashin
Here's a banger
death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day momma birthed you
so you can feel me
The same way I'ma feel world when it kill me
if time stands still, I'ma still be
Underground and filthy, gotta our Way like the Milky
until I'm proven guilty
Never got caught in the of tag
never kept a boyfriend wit kids this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
Underground we under ground
But first MOTHAFUCKERS!

Sahdeeq]
My thugs, up ya set
And rub on ya breasts
GET THE FUCK UP, outta that dress, I tits
You herbs get flipped like jeeps on cliffs
rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, your bet
Double up on cash if you decide to invest
You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you like D
And I bet, I go plat, you'll sound like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet delete
Y'all crabs are weak, frail a fiend's physique
I on the street, stay on the beat, stay wit the heat
Stay stickin fools like you for the that gleam
So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that
to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that link
You up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the fuck up!"
Punk niggas get up and tied up

Rhymes]
Busta Rhymes is like Jim Dugan
Been thuggin, lovin the way we flood jewels for
Lay it over, another we take over
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and the shake over
You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at
Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web
Yo if you ever violate my
Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a fat face
Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ansom
Like the ghost in a house, I'll forever live in a mansion
Bitches, snitches comin out and you know who's it
Like when British civil servants secrets to the Soviets
Y'all is seemless blends of seemless friends
Live on ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my Pharoahe Moncho
The honcho, gettin this money like Leonardo (do do do)
Enough in the roughness
Now watch it come around in an large abundance
Now let me the smoke screen you blow fiend
Live shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the of united live niggas of America
Let us and own the fuckin area
Wildin in your whip until your crash the whole up
And if ? get to you nigga you GET THE FUCK UP!!!