Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

Aw,
Right about now it's time to get
Huh, straight out the box,
the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I
a minute, um

This is the art of,
When I'm rockin', I'm more
Than droppin' a box in bath water

You entered the scuffle
You catchin' a chrome
I uppercut niggas enough
To my own knuckles

the sick verbals
My shotty around
you hit the ground
Your body spin around, in six

Diminishin' infamous
I'm to get dicked, if not
I'm a finishin' innocents, lyrics

I'm breezin' the
Freezin' G's in legion
ancient techniques
When I'm phoenician

all about Crooked
These bitches shout
I'll make you say the Coast
Ain't shit Crooked

I own a label, niggas'll get disabled
I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Motherfuckers can you dig that,
Can you fuck this?
Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see of this West Coast MC shit
Yeah, how you like me now

Terror starts, in the midst of your heart,
The storm, my vocals like arts
In the mystic state of mind, I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same

With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud
Up against the night stalker
With a tendency of bashing MCs, ten of me
As you can see I continue MCs

Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get
microphone terror
In effect, get
me, "What the fuck you expected?"

These injections
I leave sections and sections full of injections
From these melodies and selections
I select the methods of anguish
I mangle with my language

Tell me, you ever seen one elope
With the
In a scandal abilities to make MCs explode

Baboom, alone in my own
So don't compare me to
Not nearly severe, 'cuz I severely
Impair MCs near me, and fear me
I got and theories

Sincerely, I could the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching
With no knowledge on how to

Yeah, back in effect, it don't
your speakers up, DJ Battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and that, yeah
Got my homeboy Xzibit in the motherfuccin' house,

I was enlisted
I came to the double fisted
Sadistic, artillery, for all my enemies
Bust up in the sky screamin' obscenities

Make sport cackies and chucks from here to Italy
It'll be, a cold day in when you see Xzibit fail
Act a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it be done

I'm the rough cut, plus how the was won
Or direct of the gatling gun
Don't test me, son, you fuck and catch you one

That ain't a threat, that's a promise I can keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after at you
All hell break lose when the whole come through

I found you and yours, can never fuck wit' mine
I own shit but gimme more like Busta Rhymes
the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds

It's ashes to ashes and dust to
stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My Dogg

Yeah, no
Yeah, y'all can't wit' that
That's what I'm talkin'

West coast, we doin' this shit for years
nothin' happenin' wit' that
Battlecat,

Whatcha
Motherfuckas that be in the battle
That's I'm talkin' about

Daz
it down, break it down
Motherfuckas fade this shit