Luyện nghe bài hát Simmons Incorporated

Yo, my nigga, Jamel Simmons, what the deal,
Gold D, Dig Dast, goin' down? What's goin' down?
goin' on? What's goin' on?
What's the deal, pa, you headed, son?
Yo, I'm to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Run, boy

Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin' plates
At churches and shit like
spittin' flames right now, baby
He at the top of his game, now
I'm tellin', I'ma you, watch
You know what I mean? a born again, hooligan, uh huh

I'm red rum, Run, brother, son earthquakin'
shakin', you kiddin' me? We money makin'
Your money fake, son, I'll you clay 'cuz you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons millions on the lay low

Platinum hailos, hero heads from hydro
Hit the on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat fashion
name synonymous wit this cash
It's our passion,

Yo basically I'm here to rap, it ain't rap no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since
money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him at Def Jam

Well, damn, how the do you think we livin'?
How you it feel to be a Simmons?
Christmas and Thanksgivin'
People wanna know why I on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap game be

over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
It's only fair that we share naked papers
You can tell a cat serious rap and it ain't luck
If twenty years his first single, his name's stuck

seventy-four to ninety-nine, did novice's king
Wit a million waitin' in line
Keep a on this album if my man's and them rise

Now it up, uh

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now hold up, now up, now hold up

Now I walked on ice and never
I spent my in a plush hotel
John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, by dawn
Got the right to arm, ring the alarm

Another sound boy dyin', hot
Slugs out the hardware appliance
Baby cryin', sobbin' and grievin'
You was at odds wit them kids they made it even
Let ya guard, yes, you did, now you barely breathin'

Too unaware, open season on a
We don't give a what, yo, best best to it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, phony
Some hump free, mad bogey
up ya horse, if the sunset mosey

Jam Jay deserve a trophy for this track, right?
Futuristic G past type, if yo girlfriend
She wasn't night punk, little boy
Stylin' mad chump, ain't no here
This sport's extreme, know I mean?
royalties, 'Down With The King'

Crack, crack, cracks in the
Cracks, in the
Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the
Little boy blue, higher than the
Will he, will he want a weapons, will he want the
I come to and lay down the rules

Two, two, two, empty guzzle, brake gallons of drop
Shorty wit the forty, sport in the dark
Co-co-corner, as a goner
Didn't wanna call my momma in Savannah

I dynamite ignite, turn off lights
Recite spit type, get my squad physically hype
Get a hundred blast from funkmaster, crushin' ya

Time to go now, show these fake the way to go down
'Down With The King', like down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see? and test me
Take about a million to wet me

For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, freein' the
Wit the red eye, niggas talkin' too
'em up, leave 'em hog tied

You thinkin' about it way too hard, how to get wit the Gods
Kenny Cash, the cat, but it'll ride wit gats
Peep chicks huggin' the sacks, scratchin' the back
I'mma shark in a shack, cats is feedin' the fish

Now hate and wit clips, nigga, that leave you ripped
And I'm leavin' 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleedin'
Bet I leave chips and a C.L.K.
After I plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now up

Run really make ya wanna drop,


Now up

Run really ya wanna drop, drop


Now hold up, up