Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Them Up

Tellin' it like it is, right now D.J. Premier
Is in the motherfuckin' and shit
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 only kid

(Do it, do, do, do it)
Drop that bass line, you want
We give ya lyrics, 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, ya come slap them up
When we come in all de dance D.J.'s shut up, woy
Ill will, them 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 bigger holes than hollow tips
Watch rapper body get stiff
like in church, we pass the basket
As I preach over his

Fuck it, the body right over
And say, "See ya, hmm, nice to ya"
Got rapper to see
Yo Kris, that 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 that
It's me this for self, where else ya lookin'?
I got more rhymes than all the 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 when was a demo
Admit you on my tip for years and just can't seem to let go
Go, go call your mother, tell her you battle KRS quick
I bet the minute you get home you'll get ass whipped

Crazy ill mad styles is I give 'em
Not a run of the mill 'em, I drill 'em, I got ridiculous
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 myself but let it fool ya
If I got beef my crew'll step to ya
We don't play no games, I'll 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 will
Don't let me have to kill you kid, God still
Greed will lead need to succeed
But your speed, speech

Your is a breach of what I teach
For lyrical styles you're a
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 you're really a bitch, when you get it
me, here's my card
Check the list, you breath control, mental 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 up dizzy sayin', "How da fuck he do dat?"

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

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 when I ya
Peace, uh, I'm the motherfuckin'

When we come in all de dance D.J.'s shut up, woy
Gal, ya come slap them up
When we in all de dance '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
Brooklyn's in the house, lemme ya 'bout Staten Island
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