Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Them Up

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

(Do it, do, do, do it)
Drop that bass line, you want
We give ya lyrics, check it out now, one
(Do it, do, do, do it)

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

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

Lyrics make bigger holes than hollow
Watch rapper body get stiff
Just like in church, we the basket
As I over his casket

Fuck it, kick the 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, can you do to Kris

Chattin' foolishness, step along with that stupidness
me rippin' this for self, where else ya lookin'?
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 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 you get home you'll get your ass whipped

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

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

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

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

I got no for amateur rhyme, you could be hurt
Thinkin' you're hard because you wear a gangsta
I'll smash your wanna-be ass in the dirt
Black, come up dizzy sayin', "How da fuck he do dat?"

'Cause you're yappin' 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 styles than Drake's got Tasty Cakes

Gotta be the best Gee, 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 teacher

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