Luyện nghe bài hát How'd Ya Do it Dee

Yeah, one two one two
And I say
As we let the music
is dedicated 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 that I drive is a Caddy
The drink that I drink is O.E
And I my glasses so I can see
My right next to me
His is DJ Run
a gift like a gun
Slays one by one
chill than kill
Cause the no fun
So forever
Crew be tougher than
We gonna slay the bad
there are none

Run-D.M.C.'s nominee
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, the bad, suggest the rad
Who be less when they 'fess, against the

And I insist that this, with a of the wrist
be kid not dissed 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 must I'm
Funky fresh, in the 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 shockin the
I'm only chillin and killin, so won't you check out the
Meetin greatin and seatin, all in a row
Crashin mashin and bashin, my is Run, call me Joe
Fat as and clever, and never second to none
Wearin leather and better, What's name? DJ Run
But in the summer's a bummer, cause I leave em at
Just 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 and funning, cause Run's running this art
facing the rage, never losing a show
Cause 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 that right

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

I'm coolin and chillin, not foolin with
On the mission thrillin, and I'll make a killin
My higher desire, go high and fly ya
Makes me the messiah, I'll rretire
I'm spankin and bankin, high and skankin
Improvising, suprising, I'm and flaking
My boys on the side, the front and the
A Cadillac and a stack, for the King Mack
Not workin for free, pocket full 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 done
I hear questions, from who? From
I'm I broke the rule
Breakin all but laws, I break fool
Cause I'm the man that was born to
girl in the world, and make them drool
It's easy to be, easy to D
easy 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, questions, I'm tellin to thee
Cause they ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"