Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Them Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chattin' foolishness, along quick with that stupidness
It's me rippin' this for self, else ya lookin'?
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 and make pee-pee
I was rockin' rhymes 'La-Di-Da-Di' was a demo
Admit you been on my tip for and just can't seem to let go
Go, go call your mother, tell her you battle KRS quick
I bet the you get home you'll get your ass whipped

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

Well, I by myself but don't let it fool ya
If I got beef my damn step to ya
We don't play no games, 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
Don't let me have to you kid, God forbid still
Greed will lead your need to
But speed, your speech

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

I got no time for amateur rhyme, you be hurt
Thinkin' hard because 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 you're yappin' you can't be reached
If your name ain't Arrested Development, save speech
Time to ill, I got mad skills to
Not a fake, I got more styles Drake's got Tasty Cakes

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

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

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