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 dedicated to Ray
From all the around the way
So def it get an F
Jay an A for his essay
Spins til dizzy
to get busy
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 drink is O.E
And I wear my so I can see
My homeboy right to me
His is DJ Run
a gift like a gun
Slays one by one
Rather chill than
Cause the no fun
So forever
be tougher than leather
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 these
Never crackin not lackin and I pull G's

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

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
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 don't ya, it son
Cause I'm one
do it, pursue it
Hit it Run

Yo I'm flowin and showin rocks knots and shockin the
I'm only chillin and killin, so won't you out the rhyme
greatin and seatin, suckers all in a row
Crashin mashin and bashin, my name is Run, me Joe
Fat as ever and clever, and never second to
Wearin leather and better, What's your 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, skills by the pound
Makin and takin all of the suckers around
Puttin in the heart, at the top of the chart
Stunning gunning and funning, cause Run's this art
DJ's facing the rage, losing a show
Cause when the set is a match, then they're to go
Swervin curvin deservin, the grow everyday
Cause money ain't funny, ain't that right JMJ?

in effect, set comin 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 desire, go high and then fly ya
Makes me the messiah, neve rretire
I'm spankin and bankin, rankin and skankin
Improvising, suprising, I'm rising and
My boys on the side, the front and the
A Cadillac and a stack, for the King Mack
Not workin for free, 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 From everyone
I'm I broke the rule
Breakin all but laws, when I break
Cause I'm the man was born to rule
Every girl in the world, and them drool
It's to be, it's easy to D
It's to G, it's easy 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 they ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"