Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Get Down

Steppin' up out the shadows, I comes equipped to
Hold up a sec Coolio, I'm on deck
(Malika)
Yeap, the is on point
Causin' when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob Gotti
Like the cool, keep the strap up by the naughties
Niggie trippin' why you beam us, I don't step up with no

See that there, it's for this stickup on the hip
the correct way to get your pimp on
Let me hit the bong, oh, and my mind's strong
Wreck it nice and proper, if it's on I'm to stop her
If I'm swingin' for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to her
Ninety-five's on poppin', I keep stompin'
Throw up my fists just like this I'm mobbin'

I killed the last, killed the ass with my drive
I'm deep like Denzel with my Tide, nigga
Like Chaka Khan, I you something good
I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within tales from the
You need it, I'll feed it, baby, check the
Have you goin' like Mary J. Blige
When it's poppin' like this you can't be a
Shorty fuckin' beats like Adina Howard

My squad is hard players and hustlers
No toleration, for fakers and
with me with all honesty
You get bombed rap songs constantly
Bumpin' G-15's, scene
Killin' the competition while making a green
So ring, the rosie and mosey to the Rosie
And I you to know G

We bust and cuss and up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck us?
So what's the It's time to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? I got skills

We bust and and kick up dust
none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?
So the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? that's how I bail

Watch me, swallow this nickel and five pennies
I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is skinny
How linny and squidgy think they can see me?
I'm from Compton where even in the summer wear beanies
Bustin' lyrics sharper razor blades, catch it from head to toe
If you're shocked, then
When you see me at my stage
For my show beat 'em up

40 Thevz busy, rockin' coast to coast
Dogs the most rap, the hoes then 'em up
Givin' it up for hip-hop victims how should I drop 'em and pop 'em
For poppin' like to get what I got, and I ain't got a lot of nuthin'
'Cuz I been ruffin' and scuffin', so give it up when I'm
Or get to duckin' 'cuz I ain't 'em nuthin'
can't get none, so fuck 'em

Let me rock the mic
Smoke a whole of dynamite, then fight all night
I got like a welterweight champion
The pocket-pincher pistol-packin'
to get it crackin'
Went jackin' to rappin' to runnin' with a pack of mad men
Pull a out my sleeve like Aladdin
Some tried to play me for a punk

I had to have him like lunch or dinner, he's a beginner
Fuckin' with a winner, number one top dog
Head nigga in charge runnin' a group of hogs
40 Thevz, Circle, Cat, and Crowbar
Best to put your daughter, ass rappers get tossed up
Trying to in here with that garbage
My crew see the dopest and the
So clear the path or get your punk ass

We bust and cuss and up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck us?
So what's the time? time to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? I got skills

We and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of niggaz want to fuck with us?

I peep and get recognized
Buyin' all the hard liquor, toothpick and
Bitch, you got dealt, peeled your cap the way
Like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt and ain't crackin'
For them niggaz steppin' up with the funk, I'm packin'
'Cuz I be stripes in tight bunches
All the homies carry nines, I rhymes in sucker punches
What? Tootsie, my knees don't

Just that actor Hoffman, I be dustin' off men often
Jaywalkin' over your coffin with an eleven shot
And John wrecked that won't soften
You're lost and see arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like
lofts men to New York and in between
So take caution, leave the for dental hygeine
plus my gene equals nasty young bastard
The raps be lung takin' vinyl's virginity

I run shit like Walter Payton
Niggaz player hatin' 'cuz I like a Dayton
I kick the like Ron Carter at the Carter
C and B came strollin'
Blowin' niggaz up like when Mookie's stupid ass got smokin'
Figure, stigma is lack of enigma
So bitch-ass niggaz better step like the Delta Thetas

We don't a fuck, fools better duck
39 in the back of Wino's truck
robbin' in the paint, fool think I ain't?
Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin'
I rev like a motor float on like a boat to kick a
Like Tical from here to North
The ambassador of funk amps in the trunk
And when it's to rock a mic I won't be no punk

I bring death to the and power to the people
My name ain't Miller but I fly like an eagle
Don't play me for a chump, I get around like
And I got more con in my verse Chuck
And you don't want no motherfuckin' problems
'Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul
Your whole get took out, turned out, shook out
up like a cookout, so fools better look out

Fresh out the box
a stockin' cap, cut off dickies
And high-top striped socks
The freestyle fanatic psychosomatic at it causin' static
lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket
The last in line but one of the first to get cha
Bringin' more terror to than a Michigan militia
Click, click boom, nigga fuck crew

It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin' over pissin' in your stage
Socket you think that you can fuck with mine in wildest dreams
You best to wake up and
penetentiary yearn me 'cuz I burn like Parker
But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me a pair of Blu Blockers
The lyrical night stalker at night in a pair of creased Khakis
Chuck Taylors, my grip tight
Dub-C, that from Westside mad circle

Ay man, ay ay, what's up
Uh, loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here
Are we Yeah, yeah, fuck it
Fuck it, mad circle