Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Them Up

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

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

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

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

Lyrics make bigger holes than hollow
another rapper body get stiff
Just like in church, we pass the
As I preach over his

Fuck it, kick the body right
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 there and jock, goin'
This is absolutely ludicrous, can you do to Kris

Chattin' foolishness, step along quick with that
It's me rippin' 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 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 years and just seem to let go
Go, go call your mother, tell her you wanna battle KRS
I bet the minute you get you'll get your ass whipped

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

Well, I roll by 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 your
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 you kid, God forbid still
will lead your need to succeed
But your speed, speech

Your is a breach of what 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 you really looked hard
But really a bitch, when you get it together
Call me, my card
Check the list, you lack breath control, mental
talent, imagination and flavor

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

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

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

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
Gal, will ya come slap up

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