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 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 next to me
His is DJ Run
Shoots a gift a gun
suckers one by one
Rather than kill
the killing's no fun
So together
be tougher than leather
We gonna the bad ones
there are none

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

Well I ah, impress the bad, the rad
Who be less when 'fess, against the test

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

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

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

Yo I'm flowin and showin rocks knots and the mind
I'm only chillin and killin, so you check out the rhyme
Meetin and seatin, suckers all in a row
Crashin mashin and bashin, my 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 a bummer, cause I leave em at home
Just Adidas and me, and J and D on the
Diggin eyein the crown, sellin skills by the
Makin breakin and all of the suckers around
fear in the heart, at the top of the chart
Stunning gunning and funning, Run's running this art
DJ's facing the rage, never a show
Cause when the set is a match, then they're to go
Swervin curvin deservin, the grow everyday
Cause makin money ain't funny, ain't right JMJ?

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

I'm coolin and chillin, not foolin with
On the it's thrillin, and I'll make a killin
My higher desire, go high and fly ya
Makes me the messiah, I'll neve
I'm and bankin, high 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 Darryl Mack
Not workin for free, pocket full a G
And they 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 cool I broke the
all but laws, when I break fool
Cause I'm the man that was to rule
Every girl in the world, and make them
easy to be, it's easy to D
It's to G, it's 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 they ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"