Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

Aw yeah!
Right about now it's to get busy
Huh, out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, i

(wait a minute, um)

i:
This is the art of,
When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in water
You entered the scuffle
You a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick
My shotty spit a round, you hit the ground,
Your body spin around, in six
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 legion
Freakin' ancient techniques I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about
bitches shout crooked
I'll make you say the west coast ain't shit crooked
I own a label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen
I load 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the happy, mic snatcha

Motherfuccers can you dig that,
Can you fucc this?
get kurupt the kingpin 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 midst of heart, starts
The storm, my vocals like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when I create a
My microphone massacres every the same time
With amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the night stalker
With a of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see I continue mcs
Caboom, the gets cleared as my views get clearer
microphone terror
In effect, get
Tell me what the you expected
These venemous
I leave sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and
I select the methods of anguish
I mangle with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one
the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs
Baboom, in my own zone
So don't me to none
Not nearly
Severe, I severely, impare mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, I got and theories
Sincerely, I could the spot locked
Niggas get for touching microphones
With no on how to rock

Yeah, back in effect, it stop
Turn your up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin'
Alkaholiks!

When I was
I came to the table fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my
Bust up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and from hear to italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see fail
Act like a on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it be done
I'm the rough cut, plus how the was won
Or direct of the gatling gun
Don't me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That ain't a threat, that's a promise I can definitely
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas heat in the street
Ready to repeat, after after round at you
All hell break when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc mine
I own shit but some more like busta rhymes
the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the hyper
It's ashes to and dust to dust
Can't stop me and my niggas is platinum plus
My kurupt

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

That's what I'm talkin'
West coast, we been this shit for years
nothin' happenin' wit' that

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

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

(mixed with scratching)

can't fade this shit