Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Says Remix

[Pharoahe
GET THE UP!
Simon says "GET THE UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the back 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on titties (yeah)
fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New City 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 on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you the name
out in the bleachers stay shittin on the game
I what you're spittin is flames, cowards
Know your crew was vaginal, I could the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees
Come four by four, one like Dru Hill
Stay fly you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, squeeze or peel, now that's real

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

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

[Pharoahe
Simon Says "GET THE 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 gritty
Pity the fool that act shitty, in the of the calm, the witty

Man]
Yo yo get the up
Yo yeah I it, get the fuck up
Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get up
Seek and destroy, boy when I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we on the chain, what?
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic ? on down the
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to one
Shootin in the sky tryin to sun
to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
Here's a Tunnel
death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the the day your momma birthed you
Just so you can me
The way I'ma feel this world when it kill me
Even if time still, I'ma still be
and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky
Innocent I'm proven guilty
got caught in the game of tag
Momma never a boyfriend wit kids this bad
No justice, RUCKUS!
Underground till we ground
But first MOTHAFUCKERS!

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

[Busta
Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim
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 and cook the shake over
You better guard your head right, if it's late at night
Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web
Yo if you ever violate my
a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a fuckin fat face
Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll you for ransom 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 pass to the Soviets
niggas is seemless blends of seemless friends
Live on ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Moncho
The head honcho, gettin money like Leonardo (do do do)
Enough substance in the
Now watch it come around in an amazing abundance
Now let me clear the smoke screen you blow
nigga shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of 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!!!