Luyện nghe bài hát Do It Up

[erick
it out
I pull up to your bumper, with funky
Yeah, somethin stronger brass monkey
With the I be kickin, dope
Like my horoscope, a sagittarius, no
Word, the rappin dynamite, to blow like mike
Who am i? (e.d.) right,
Can you believe it, stevie wonder couldn't see it
I'm catchin wreck so it
Yo I contour my lines, to a funky rhyme
To fit you a pair of calvin kleins
Mad brother with distinction, keep the blinkin
And have the homeboys
I'm the man of hour, of the
I found he-man, him for his power (gimme that)
Now I a sword, attached by a live cord
Oh my lord!

Chorus: sermon (repeat 4x)

Watch me do it up this.. {"like this.." -> slick rick}
me do it up like that.. {"like.. like.."}

[erick
Yeah, e's real dope (word? ) yes
No one can stop me, ask creed
I pack a punch cause my runs deep
Like the brady bunch, and we all the blunts
(word em up now) I get raw, raw like a fish
Mics I spark it, with the funky
You trust me, and stop tryin to bug me
With the one-two, before I you and crush you
I'm on a mission, like a church group commission
Word-gifted, keep the crowd (yea yea)
E double, a nigga standin
the microphone "for all of y'all"
Word up, live on your
Gettin mad crowd participation, when I'm rockin the
Don't forget, I'm still diesel
Hoes be on me the measles

[erick
Oh no the _end of the road_
Oh my God like wanye, today was a day
Word, ooh yah, I rip the mic to
lyrical food to keep the ethiopians fed
Word em up {*pulls on a joint*} I
the k.d. posse, two of my homegirls
When I rock the mic and get and nasty
People in the seldom ask me
Whassup, whassup,
Wit you e, ask murphy (yea yea)
forget, to reach for the stars
Cause I'm past that, I'm for mars, so
to all those true human beings
Hehehehe, I see you in the

"this is my house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c.
"this is my house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c.
"this is my house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c.
"this is my house!!" -> run of run-d.m.c.