Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Get it, Yo

Can I get
Now DJ Run, I run amuck and run to hit
("Hit it, Run!")
My is Joe I need hoe
Can I get a
(Hoe!)
And when I you're lookin' dumb
You say, Who did this, did

you're lookin' dumb on, hum could you hum on
Beats are droppin' now and and why and when and how
it come on, come on, I got some on, my tip
Get me up and goin for the vickie vick

Beefin' your teeth and what you see is what you get
Suckers what you is what you lickie lickie lick
Now off into esophagus that be coughin' out a
Now some are dumb fun of dem but Run and dem be kind

So come on, on, got you swingin' on my bo
Suckers my facial but you see I lay you low
I flow, you know, a pro and so
Let me get a hoe on the low, "God damn!"

Ah can I get it yo?
(Yeah, you got it yo)
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(Yeah, you got it yo)
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(Yeah, you got it yo)
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(Yeah, you got it yo)

It's like y'all, it's like that y'all
My is Darryl Mac and I'm fat ya'll
one more time here to get mine
Fresh in the flesh the hardcore rhymes

Me, D.M.C. the MC
Rock the house and I'm still cock-dee
Brothers know my style D. Mac buck
You wonder where been? I've been gone for a while

to attack the wick-wick-wack
Me Darryl Mac on my bozack
Down with Run so don't act
Run-D.M.C., like a shot gun
In effect, 'cause I'm rulin'
"I'm the king", and I'm still

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(Yeah, you got it yo)
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(Yeah, you got it yo)
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(Yeah, you got it yo)
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(Yeah, you got it yo)

My name is Jay, the Jam Master, gettin'
Tupac had some, but now I got the
I'm gettin' stupid, you why I'm ill?
'Cause I've around, and still got these skills

Two mic check wreck
A real street nigga, so yo show
I make you wanna jump jump around
Run-D.M.C., and Jam kickin' it

With the that's slow 'cause I'm good to go
rock a show, gettin' dough, and aiyyo
Straight Hollis, Queens, yeah, you heard me
"Jay!" Peace,

Now can I get it yo?
(Yeah, you got it yo)
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(Yeah, you got it yo)
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(Yeah, you got it yo)

the King of Rock, hoe around the tick-tock
Rappers sweatin' Joseph Simmons, since I dropped rock box
Multi platinum, waxin' 'em while I'm 'em
"Who's house?" God's house, so chill I'm taxin' 'em

Rappers poppin' mad smack, about the of rap
Ten million sold, digit contract
JMJ, gettin' busy on the fader
hardcore, diesel like the Schwarzenegger

Respect the black
underground
Any stage built
Run it down!

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(Yeah, you got it yo)
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(Yeah, you got it yo)