Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Get Down

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

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

I killed the last, the ass with my ninety-five drive
I'm deep Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga
Chaka Khan, I tell you something good
I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within from the hood
You need it, feed it, baby, check the size
Have you goin' down like Mary J.
When it's poppin' like this you be a coward
freaks fuckin' beats like Adina Howard

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had to have him like lunch or dinner, just 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, wack ass rappers get up
Trying to in here with that garbage
My see the dopest and the hardest
So clear the or get your punk ass bogarted

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

We bust and cuss and up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to with us?

I peep and get recognized
Buyin' all the hard liquor, and beedy-dyin'
Bitch, you got dealt, your cap the other way
Like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt and nothin' crackin'
For them niggaz steppin' up the funk, I'm packin' Tinactin
I be earnin' stripes in tight bunches
All the homies carry nines, I carry rhymes in punches
Tootsie, my knees don't bend

Just like that actor Hoffman, I be dustin' off men
Jaywalkin' over your with an eleven shot loss
And John that Austin won't soften
You're lost and see arson, to the flyest nigga like Orkin
Stalkin' men to New York and in between
So take caution, the flossin' for dental hygeine
Mental plus my gene equals nasty young
The raps be mastered takin' vinyl's virginity

Coincidentally I run shit Walter Payton
Niggaz player hatin' 'cuz I spoke like a
I the bass like Ron Carter at the Carter
When C and B strollin'
Blowin' niggaz up like Mookie's stupid ass got caught smokin'
Figure, your stigma is lack of
So bitch-ass niggaz better step the Delta Sigma Thetas

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

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

out the penalty box
Sportin' a stockin' cap, cut off
And some striped socks
The fanatic psychosomatic back at it causin' static
With lyrics still as tight as a jacket
The in line but one of the first to get wit' cha
Bringin' more terror to MC's a Michigan militia
Click, boom, nigga fuck your crew

It's the chanky hip-hopper, over pissin' in your stage monitor
Socket you think you can fuck with mine in your 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 with a of Blu Blockers
The lyrical night stalker at night in a pair of creased Khakis
Chuck Taylors, my pistol tight
Dub-C, that nigga Westside mad circle

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