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 what I'm 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 ya lyrics, check it out now, one time
(Do it, do, do, do it)

When we in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut 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

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

Lyrics bigger holes than hollow tips
Watch another body get stiff
Just in church, we pass the basket
As I preach his casket

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I roll by myself but don't let it ya
If I got beef my damn step 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 the bill, but mad skills will
let me have to kill you kid, God forbid still
Greed will your need to succeed
But speed, your speech

Your outreach is a breach of 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 amateur you really looked
But really a bitch, when you get it together
Call me, here's my
the list, you lack breath control, mental behavior
Lyrical talent, imagination and

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

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

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

When we come in all de dance D.J.'s shut up, woy
Gal, will ya come slap up
When we come in all de dance D.J.'s shut up, woy
Gal, ya come slap 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 'bout Island
about Queens? Do it, do, do, do it, do it, do, do, do it