Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Them Up

Tellin' it it is, right 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 that motherfucker, only right kid

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

When we come in all de 'nuff 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
Ill will, them up

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

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

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

If you're get off the pot
Let the original rapper the spot
You stand there and jock,
This is ludicrous, what can you do to Kris

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

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

Crazy ill mad is what I give 'em
Not a run of the mill 'em, I drill 'em, I got ridiculous
None of my you can get with 'em
Still um, will um, your crew come get so I can kill 'em

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

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

Your outreach is a breach of I teach
For lyrical styles a leech
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 really a bitch, when you get it
Call me, here's my
the list, you lack breath control, mental behavior
Lyrical talent, and flavor

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

'Cause you're like you can't be reached
If your name Arrested Development, save your speech
Time to ill, I got mad skills to
Not a fake, I got more styles than got Tasty Cakes

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

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

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