Luyện nghe bài hát How'd Ya Do it Dee

Yeah, one two one two
And I say
As we let the music
This is to Ruddy Ray
From all the homeboys the way
So def it get an F
Jay receives an A for his
Spins til you're
to get busy
Is he the Jam
he, or is he?
And my is D.M.C
The
The car I drive is called a Caddy
The drink that I drink is O.E
And I my glasses so I can see
My homeboy right to me
His is DJ Run
Shoots a gift a gun
suckers one by one
Rather chill than
Cause the no fun
So together
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, rhymes like these
Never not lackin and I still pull G's

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

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
a clan, never ran, and in demand

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

Yo I'm flowin and rocks knots and shockin the mind
I'm only and killin, so won't you check out the rhyme
greatin and seatin, suckers all in a row
Crashin and bashin, my name is Run, call me Joe
Fat as ever and clever, and never to none
leather and better, What's your 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 eyein the crown, sellin skills by the
breakin and takin all of the suckers around
Puttin in the heart, at the top of the chart
Stunning gunning and funning, Run's 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 grow
Cause makin money ain't funny, ain't right JMJ?

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

I'm coolin and chillin, not foolin with
On the it's thrillin, and I'll make a killin
My desire, go high and then fly ya
Makes me the messiah, I'll rretire
I'm spankin and bankin, rankin and skankin
Improvising, suprising, I'm and flaking
My on the side, the front and the back
A Cadillac and a stack, for the King Darryl
Not for free, pocket full with a G
And always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"
On the go with Joe, makin pay Jay
All day, why? Cause I'm that way
One wonders, what? How it gets
I hear questions, from who? everyone
I'm I broke the rule
Breakin all but laws, when I fool
I'm the man that was born to rule
Every girl in the world, and make them
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 to thee
Cause always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"