Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Them Up

Tellin' it like it is, about now D.J. Premier
Is in the motherfuckin' and shit
Ya know what I'm But yo, yo Kris, run that shit
Ya know what I'm sayin'? That, that shit, my
Run motherfucker, it's only right kid

(Do it, do, do, do it)
Drop that bass line, you want
We give ya lyrics, check it out now, one
(Do it, do, do, do it)

When we come in all de dance D.J.'s shut up, woy
Gal, ya come slap them up
When we in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy
Ill will, slap up

MC's get ate, get like a pretzel
And get dissed if they try to step to
They can't take a MC loose lips
a lotta shit but sink no motherfuckin' ships

Lyrics bigger holes than hollow tips
Watch rapper body get stiff
Just in church, we pass the basket
As I preach over his

Fuck it, kick the right over
And say, "See ya, hmm, to know ya"
Got rapper to see
Yo Kris, bust ass certainly

If shiverin' get off the pot
Let the original rapper the spot
You stand and jock, goin'
This is absolutely ludicrous, what can you do to

Chattin' foolishness, step along quick that stupidness
It's me rippin' this for self, where else ya
I got rhymes than all the Jamaicans in Brooklyn
So beat it or be seated, Gee I'm mad

Young boy, you can't see me, run along and pee-pee
I was rockin' rhymes when was a demo
you been on my tip for years and just can't seem to let go
Go, go call your mother, tell her you wanna KRS quick
I bet the minute you get home get your ass whipped

ill mad styles is what I give 'em
Not a run of the 'em, I drill 'em, I got ridiculous rhythm
of my styles you can get with 'em
Still um, will um, crew come get some so I can kill 'em

Well, I by myself but don't let it fool ya
If I got beef my crew'll step to ya
We don't play no games, I'll come straight to rest
up your shirt and blast you in your chest, well, that was fresh

A fad doesn't fill the bill, but mad skills
Don't let me have to kill you kid, God still
Greed will lead need to succeed
But your speed, your

Your outreach is a breach of I teach
For lyrical styles you're a
If I was I'd say, "You lie like a beech"
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow

Wow, for a amateur you looked hard
But you're a bitch, when you get it together
me, here's my card
Check the list, you lack control, mental behavior
talent, imagination and flavor

I got no for amateur rhyme, you could be hurt
Thinkin' you're hard because you wear a T-Shirt
I'll smash your wanna-be ass in the dirt
Black, you'll up dizzy sayin', "How da fuck he do dat?"

you're yappin' like you can't be reached
If name ain't Arrested Development, save your speech
Time to ill, I got mad to fill
Not a fake, I got more styles than Drake's got Cakes

be the best Gee, don't try to test me
You'll get son, even if your name is not Jesse
be up front when I meet ya
Peace, uh, I'm the teacher

When we come in all de dance D.J.'s shut up, woy
Gal, will ya slap them up
When we in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy
Gal, will ya slap them up

Do it, do, do, do it
Yo South Bronx, South Bronx
Bronx, South South yo, Uptown
Brooklyn's in the house, lemme tell ya Staten Island
What Queens? Do it, do, do, do it, do it, do, do, do it