Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Them Up

Tellin' it like it is, right now D.J. Premier
Is in the house 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

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Drop bass line, you want lyrics?
We give ya lyrics, check it out now, one
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When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s up, woy
Gal, will ya slap them up
When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s up, woy
Ill will, them up

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

Lyrics make bigger holes than tips
Watch another rapper get stiff
Just like in church, we the basket
As I preach over his

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

If shiverin' get off the pot
Let the original rock the spot
You there and jock, goin'
This is absolutely ludicrous, can you do to Kris

Chattin' foolishness, along quick with that stupidness
me rippin' this for self, where else ya lookin'?
I got more than all the Jamaicans in Brooklyn
So it or be seated, Gee I'm mad undefeated

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

Crazy ill mad styles is I give 'em
Not a run of the 'em, I drill 'em, I got ridiculous rhythm
None of my styles you can get 'em
Still um, um, your 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 damn 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
let me have to kill you kid, God forbid still
Greed will lead your to succeed
But your speed, your

Your outreach is a of what 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 you really looked hard
But you're a bitch, when you get it together
me, here's my card
Check the list, you lack breath control, behavior
Lyrical talent, imagination and

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

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

Gotta be the best Gee, try to test me
You'll get jacked son, even if your name is not
Let's be up when I meet ya
Peace, uh, I'm the motherfuckin'

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

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