Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

Aw yeah!
Right now it's time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box,
the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i

(wait a minute, um)

i:
This is the art of,
When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong
You catchin' a chrome
I niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
the sick verbals
My spit a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start innocents
(lyrics), I'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in your
Freakin' ancient techniques when I'm phoenician
It's all crooked
These bitches crooked
make you say the west coast ain't shit without crooked
I own a label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs at ya
Now that's for i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Motherfuccers can you dig that,
Can you with this?
Let's get kurupt the to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see of this west coast mc shit
Yeah, how you me now motherfucker!? !

Terror starts, in the of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like
In the mystic state of mind, when I create a
My microphone massacres every the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a talker
Up the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of mcs, like ten of me
As you can see I mashin' mcs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my get clearer
microphone terror
In effect, get
Tell me what the fucc you
These venemous
I leave sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous and selections
I select the methods of anguish
I shit with my language
me, have you ever seen one elope
With the
In a scandal like abilities to mcs explode
Baboom, in my own zone
So don't compare me to
Not one's
Severe, I severely, impare mcs
Near me, and fear me, I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I could have the spot
Niggas get stoned for microphones
With no knowledge on how to

Yeah, back in effect, it don't
Turn your up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and that, yeah
Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin'
Alkaholiks!

When I was
I came to the table double
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my
shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks hear to italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit
Act like a bitch on bail, tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be
I'm the rough cut, plus how the was won
Or descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son, you fucc and catch you one
That ain't a threat, that's a I can definitely keep
You can't compete 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound come
I found that you and yours, can never 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
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My dogg

Yeah, no
Yeah, y'all can't fucc that

what I'm talkin' about
West coast, we doin' this shit for years
Aint happenin' wit' that

(don't up)
Right,
(don't step up, unles you get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh

(get get get get hurt)
say
Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
what I'm talkin' about
Daz
(don't step up, unless you get hurt)
Break it down, break it
Huh

(mixed battlecat's scratching)

Motherfuccas can't fade shit