Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Get Down

Steppin' up out the shadows, I comes equipped to
Hold up just a sec Coolio, I'm on
(Malika)
Yeap, the diction is on
Causin' friction I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can give a blood 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, 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 strong
it nice and proper, if it's on I'm finsta to stop her
If I'm for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to drop her
on poppin', representin' I keep stompin'
Throw up my fists like this when I'm mobbin'

I killed the last, killed the ass my ninety-five drive
I'm deep like Denzel my Crimson Tide, nigga
Like Chaka Khan, I tell you good
I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee tales 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 can't be a
Shorty freaks beats like Adina Howard

My squad is hard players and hustlers
No toleration, for fakers and
Fuckin' me with all honesty
You get rap songs comin' constantly
G-15's, Westside scene
Killin' the while making a fuckin' green
So ring, around the rosie and to the Rosie
And I want you to G

We and cuss and kick 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 I got

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

Watch me, swallow nickel and shit five pennies
I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is skinny
How many linny and squidgy they can see me?
I'm from Compton where even in the summer niggaz wear
Bustin' lyrics sharper than 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 gettin' busy, rockin' coast to coast
the most rap, the hoes then rocks 'em up
Givin' it up for hip-hop victims how I drop 'em and then pop 'em
For poppin' to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin'
'Cuz I been and scuffin', so give it up when I'm bustin'
Or get to duckin' I ain't given 'em nuthin'
Fools can't get none, so 'em

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

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, MAAD Circle, Cat, and
Best to put your daughter, wack ass rappers get up
Trying to come in with that garbage
My crew see the and the hardest
So clear the path or get punk ass bogarted

We bust and cuss and kick up
Don't of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?
So what's the time? time to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? I got skills

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fresh out the box
a stockin' cap, cut off dickies
And some striped socks
The freestyle fanatic psychosomatic back at it static
With lyrics still as tight as a jacket
The last in but one of the first to get wit' cha
Bringin' more terror to MC's than a militia
Click, click boom, nigga your crew

the chanky hip-hopper, takin' over pissin' in your stage monitor
Socket you think that you can with mine in your wildest dreams
You best to up and apologize
Niggaz penetentiary yearn me I burn like Parker
But anyway, half of y'all see me with a pair of Blu Blockers
The lyrical night stalker stalkin' at night in a pair of creased
Chuck Taylors, my grip tight
Dub-C, that nigga from Westside mad

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