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 sayin'? But yo, yo Kris, run 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 want
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, will ya come 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 like a
And get dissed if ever try to step to
They can't take a MC with lips
Talk a lotta shit but no motherfuckin' ships

Lyrics make bigger than hollow tips
Watch another rapper body get
Just like in church, we pass the
As I preach his casket

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

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

Chattin' foolishness, step along quick that stupidness
It's me this for self, where else ya lookin'?
I got more 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 make
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 you'll get 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, your crew come get some so I can 'em

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

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

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

I got no time for rhyme, you could be hurt
Thinkin' you're 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 like 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 than Drake's got Cakes

Gotta be the best Gee, try to test me
You'll get son, even if your 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, will ya come them up
we come 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 Bronx
Bronx, South South yo, Uptown
Brooklyn's in the house, tell ya 'bout Staten Island
about Queens? Do it, do, do, do it, do it, do, do, do it