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

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

I killed the last, killed the ass with my ninety-five
I'm deep Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga
Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something
I'm like Spike Lee within tales from the hood
You need it, I'll it, baby, check the size
Have you goin' down like Mary J.
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
with me with all honesty
You get rap songs comin' constantly
G-15's, Westside scene
Killin' the competition making a fuckin' green
So ring, the rosie and mosey to the Rosie
And I want you to G

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

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

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

40 gettin' 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'
I been ruffin' and scuffin', so give it up when I'm bustin'
Or get to 'cuz I ain't given 'em nuthin'
Fools get none, so fuck 'em

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

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

We bust and and kick 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 rhyme? 'Cuz I got skills

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

I game and get recognized
Buyin' all the liquor, toothpick and beedy-dyin'
Bitch, you got dealt, your 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
I be earnin' stripes in tight bunches
All the homies carry nines, I rhymes in sucker punches
What? Tootsie, my knees don't

Just like actor Hoffman, I be dustin' off men often
Jaywalkin' over your coffin with an eleven shot
And John wrecked that Austin soften
You're lost and see arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga Orkin
Stalkin' men to New York and in between
So take caution, leave the flossin' for hygeine
plus my gene equals nasty young bastard
The raps be lung mastered takin' vinyl's

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

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

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

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

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

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