Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Them Up

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

(Do it, do, do, do it)
Drop bass line, you want lyrics?
We ya lyrics, check it out now, one time
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When we come in all de dance 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
Ill will, them up

MC's get ate, get broken like a
And get if they ever try to step to
They take a MC with loose lips
Talk a lotta shit but sink no ships

Lyrics make holes than hollow tips
Watch another rapper get stiff
Just like in church, we pass the
As I preach his casket

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

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

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

boy, you can't see me, run along and make 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 battle KRS
I bet the minute you get home you'll get ass whipped

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

Well, I roll by myself but let it fool ya
If I got beef my crew'll damn to ya
We play no games, I'll come straight to your rest
Lift up 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 lead your need to succeed
But speed, your speech

Your outreach is a of what I teach
For lyrical you're 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 you really looked hard
But you're really a bitch, when you get it
Call me, here's my
Check the list, you breath control, mental behavior
Lyrical talent, imagination and

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

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

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

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