Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Them Up

Tellin' it like it is, right now D.J. Premier
Is in the motherfuckin' house and
Ya what 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 that bass line, you want
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 them up
When we come in all de dance D.J.'s shut up, woy
Ill will, them up

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

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

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 rock the
You there and jock, goin'
This is absolutely ludicrous, can you do to Kris

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

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

Crazy ill mad styles is I give 'em
Not a run of the 'em, I drill 'em, I got ridiculous rhythm
None of my you can get with '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 step to ya
We don't play no games, I'll come straight to your
Lift up your shirt and blast you in your chest, well, was fresh

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

Your is a breach of what I teach
For styles 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 looked hard
But you're a bitch, when you get it together
Call me, here's my
Check the list, you lack control, mental behavior
Lyrical talent, and flavor

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

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

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

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

Do it, do, do, do it
Yo Bronx, South South Bronx
South Bronx, 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