Luyện nghe bài hát How'd Ya Do it Dee

Yeah, one two one two
And I say
As we let the play
This is to Ruddy Ray
all the homeboys around the way
So def it get an F
Jay receives an A for his
Spins til dizzy
Born to get
Is he the Jam
he, or is he?
And my is D.M.C
The
The car that I is called a Caddy
The that I drink is called O.E
And I my glasses so I can see
My homeboy next to me
His is DJ Run
Shoots a like a gun
Slays one by one
Rather chill kill
the killing's no fun
So together
be tougher than leather
We gonna the bad ones
Until there are

Run-D.M.C.'s award
The K I N G's of all M i c's
Hercules, with rhymes like these
Never crackin not lackin and I pull G's

I ah, impress the bad, suggest the rad
Who be less they 'fess, against the test

And I insist that this, with a flick of the
be kid not dissed at the top of the list

So go a-head, and stand, out the man
With a clan, ran, and in demand

So a
Bust a
It's a must I'm
Funky fresh, in the flesh and you the time
Why don't ya, it son
I'm number one
Just do it, it
Hit it Run

Yo I'm and showin rocks knots and shockin the mind
I'm only and killin, so won't you check out the rhyme
Meetin greatin and seatin, all in a row
Crashin and bashin, my name is Run, call me Joe
Fat as and clever, and never second to none
Wearin and better, What's your name? DJ Run
But in the summer's a bummer, cause I em at home
Just Adidas and me, and J and D on the
Diggin eyein the crown, sellin skills by the
Makin breakin and takin all of the suckers
fear in the heart, at the top of the chart
Stunning and funning, cause Run's running this art
DJ's facing the rage, never losing a
Cause when the set is a match, they're ready to go
Swervin curvin deservin, the grass everyday
Cause makin money ain't funny, ain't right JMJ?

in effect, set comin correct
Yet gainin respect, still breakin a

I'm and chillin, not foolin with illin
On the mission it's thrillin, and I'll make a
My desire, go high and then fly ya
Makes me the messiah, I'll neve
I'm and bankin, high rankin and skankin
Improvising, suprising, I'm rising and
My boys on the side, the and the back
A Cadillac and a stack, for the King Mack
Not workin for free, pocket with a G
And always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"
On the go with Joe, pay with Jay
All day, why? I'm livin that way
One wonders, what? How it gets
I hear questions, from From everyone
I'm cool I the rule
Breakin all but laws, when I break
Cause I'm the man was born to rule
Every girl in the world, and make drool
It's easy to be, it's to D
It's easy to G, easy to me
Wanna know how I do it, got a goal, I it
Got the soul, to get to it, you was told, so you it
The answers, from questions, I'm tellin to
they always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"