Luyện nghe bài hát How'd Ya Do it Dee

Yeah, one two one two
And I say
As we let the play
is dedicated to Ruddy Ray
From all the homeboys the way
So def it get an F
Jay an A for his essay
Spins til you're
Born to get
Is he the Jam
he, or is he?
And my is D.M.C
The
The car that I drive is called a
The drink that I is called O.E
And I wear my so I can see
My homeboy right to me
His is DJ Run
Shoots a gift a gun
Slays one by one
chill than kill
Cause the no fun
So forever
Crew be tougher than
We gonna the bad ones
there are none

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

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

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

So go a-head, and stand, out the man
With a clan, never ran, and in

So a
a rhyme
It's a must I'm
fresh, in the flesh and you know the time
Why ya, bust it son
Cause I'm one
do it, pursue it
Hit it Run

Yo I'm and showin rocks knots and shockin the mind
I'm only chillin and killin, so you check out the rhyme
Meetin greatin and seatin, all in a row
Crashin mashin and bashin, my is Run, call me Joe
Fat as ever and clever, and never second to
Wearin leather and better, What's name? DJ Run
But in the summer's a bummer, cause I leave em at
Adidas and me, and J and D on the phone
Diggin the crown, sellin skills by the pound
breakin and takin all of the suckers around
Puttin fear in the heart, at the top of the
Stunning gunning and funning, cause running this art
DJ's the rage, never losing a show
when the set is a match, then they're ready to go
Swervin curvin deservin, the grass everyday
Cause makin money ain't funny, that right JMJ?

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

I'm coolin and chillin, not foolin illin
On the mission it's thrillin, and make a killin
My higher desire, go and then fly ya
me the messiah, I'll neve rretire
I'm spankin and bankin, rankin and skankin
Improvising, suprising, I'm rising and
My on the side, the front and the back
A Cadillac and a stack, for the Darryl 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, How it gets done
I questions, from who? From everyone
I'm I broke the rule
Breakin all but laws, when I break
I'm the man that was born to rule
Every in the world, and make them drool
It's to be, it's easy to D
It's easy to G, it's to me
Wanna how I do it, got a goal, I pursue it
Got the soul, to get to it, you was told, so you it
The answers, from questions, I'm to thee
Cause always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"