Luyện nghe bài hát Step Up

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

(wait a minute, um)

i:
This is the art of,
I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the scuffle
You catchin' a chrome
I uppercut niggas hard to break my own knuckles
the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, you hit the ground,
body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous
I'm to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm the region
Freezin g's in your
Freakin' ancient when I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about
These bitches crooked
I'll make you say the coast ain't shit without crooked
I own a label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the happy, mic snatcha

Motherfuccers can you dig that,
Can you fucc with
Let's get the kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this west mc shit
Yeah, how you me now motherfucker!? !

Terror starts, in the of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals like arts
In the state of mind, when I create a rhyme
My microphone every year the same time
With audio amputations, thoughts of a loud talker
Up the microphone night stalker
a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see I continue mcs
Caboom, the gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone
In effect, get
me what the fucc you expected
These injections
I leave whole sections, and full of injections
these poisenous melodies and selections
I the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my
me, have you ever seen one elope
With the
In a scandal like abilities to mcs explode
Baboom, alone in my own
So don't compare me to
Not nearly
Severe, 'cause I severely, mcs
Near me, and fear me, I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I have the spot locked
Niggas get for touching microphones
no knowledge on how to rock

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

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

Yeah, no
Yeah, y'all fucc wit' that

That's what I'm about
West coast, we doin' this shit for years
Aint nothin' wit' that

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

(get get get get hurt)
say
Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's I'm talkin' about
Daz
(don't up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, it down
Huh

(mixed with scratching)

can't fade this shit