Luyện nghe bài hát I Desire

We're on a
all of the opposition
MC's, it's my butt you're
Because I

Yo, wait a minute, chill, I want ya all to
Why rap is not a joke, for us a career
try to imitate but none has come near
So you see, why stands up and cheer
And if you really think about it, you know what it

To be a rapper from the heart of Queens
And see others about being supreme
But on the scene, we start killing Kings
People claim we're too to tame
On stage we behave like flame

And oh, so cool we rap you need a sweater
The rhymes so tough, you swear they're of leather
Get the best of bunch, and I bet that we're better
'em why, pepa, tell 'em why, 'cuz I desire

DJ's come and go just the wind
But mine is better than all of
She's than a razor when it comes to a cut
More than a laser if you wanna play rough
Not the of a show, subject to cut [unverified]

[Unverified] tell you dope
Call her spin for short but she take [unverified]
duel? you're a fool [unverified]
Choppin' beats for these the turntables bleed
so damn hard, you'd swear the mixer had fleas

She's the mutilator, carnivore
Spinderella the records with a chainsaw
You're still amazed by the way she
Not a fad but a phase of the hip-hop which I desire

Salt from the pepa and my name is
Queens, New York not Delaware
I like my steak done, 'cuz I hate it rare
And I'm lovable and huggable like the bear
from the salt, so do not rip
'Cuz if you do I'll shift from to fifth

Lights out, it's heard, I thought you dead
Short, fading went I upside your head
So get back to the 'cuz the beat is bad
The beat pro and the bass much impact
The beats and just because the beat kicks bass
We're gonna bounce this beat all over the place I desire

While you're on the set let the cameras
Salt and are the stars, the world's the video
Your room is boomin' when we're on stereo
So hold on tight, don't let go
We're the teachers, the students, class is in session

Pay attention and girls, and learn your lesson
We're running things, yes, taking over
You be the grass, we'll be the
Never fakin' or takin', not givin' no
Not trying, succeeding 'cuz it's like

Hot damn, how could you be so dog dumb?
Trying to dis salt and pepa when we're number
But we excuse you 'cuz you're dippy, your mind's in a
Like every duck you're confused in so many

nothing, taking all whether big or small
We got a [unverified] beat and it's dope, def
Every day of the you're at my beck and call
You wanna try me You don't have the gall 'cuz I desire