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 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 ya lyrics, check it out now, one time
(Do it, do, do, do it)

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 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy
Ill will, them up

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

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

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

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

Chattin' foolishness, step along quick with that
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 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, her you wanna 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 crew get some so I can kill 'em

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

A fad doesn't fill the bill, but mad 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 lyrical you're 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 you really looked hard
But you're really a bitch, when you get it
Call me, my card
Check the list, you lack breath control, behavior
Lyrical talent, and flavor

I got no time for amateur rhyme, you be hurt
you're hard because you wear a gangsta T-Shirt
I'll smash wanna-be ass in the deep dirt
Black, you'll come up dizzy sayin', "How da 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 skills to
Not a fake, I got more styles than Drake's got Cakes

Gotta be the Gee, don't 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 teacher

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

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