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
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a mob like Gotti
Like the cool, keep the strap up by the naughties
Niggie trippin' why you us, I don't step up with no bullshit

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

I killed the last, killed the ass with my ninety-five
I'm deep like Denzel with my Tide, nigga
Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something
I'm like Spike Lee within tales from the hood
You it, I'll feed it, baby, check the size
Have you goin' down like J. Blige
When it's poppin' like this you can't be a
Shorty freaks fuckin' beats like Adina

My squad is hard with and hustlers
No toleration, for and busters
Fuckin' with me with all
You get bombed rap songs constantly
Bumpin' G-15's, Westside
Killin' the competition while a fuckin' green
So ring, around the rosie and mosey to the
And I want you to G

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

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

40 Thevz gettin' busy, rockin' coast to
Dogs the rap, the hoes then rocks 'em up
Givin' it up for victims how should I drop 'em and then pop 'em
For poppin' to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin'
I been ruffin' and scuffin', so give it up when I'm bustin'
Or get to duckin' I ain't given 'em nuthin'
Fools get none, so fuck 'em

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

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

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

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

I peep game and get
Buyin' all the hard liquor, and beedy-dyin'
Bitch, you got dealt, peeled cap the other way
Like a reversible Gucci belt and ain't nothin' crackin'
For them niggaz up with the funk, I'm packin' Tinactin
'Cuz I be earnin' stripes in bunches
All the homies carry nines, I carry rhymes in sucker
What? Tootsie, my knees bend

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

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

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

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

out the penalty box
Sportin' a cap, cut off dickies
And some high-top striped
The freestyle fanatic psychosomatic back at it static
With lyrics still as tight as a straight
The last in but one of the first to get wit' cha
more terror to MC's than a Michigan militia
Click, click boom, fuck your crew

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

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