Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Them Up

Tellin' it like it is, right about now D.J.
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, that shit, my
Run that motherfucker, only right kid

(Do it, do, do, do it)
Drop that bass line, you lyrics?
We ya lyrics, check 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 slap up
When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s up, woy
Ill will, slap up

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

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

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

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

foolishness, step along quick with that stupidness
It's me rippin' this for self, where else ya
I got rhymes 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 was a demo
Admit you been on my tip for years and just 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

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

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

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

outreach is a breach of what I teach
For lyrical you're a leech
If I was Spanish I'd say, "You lie a beech"
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow

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

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 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
to ill, I got mad skills to fill
Not a fake, I got more styles than got Tasty Cakes

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

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 Bronx, South South Bronx
Bronx, South South yo, Uptown
Brooklyn's in the house, tell ya 'bout Staten Island
What about Do it, do, do, do it, do it, do, do, do it