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 that
Ya know what I'm That, that shit, my joint
Run motherfucker, it's only right kid

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

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

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

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

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

Chattin' foolishness, along quick with that stupidness
It's me rippin' this for self, else ya lookin'?
I got more rhymes than all the in Brooklyn
So it or be seated, Gee I'm mad undefeated

boy, you can't see me, run along 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 wanna battle KRS
I bet the minute you get home get your ass whipped

Crazy ill mad styles is I give 'em
Not a run of the 'em, I drill 'em, I got ridiculous rhythm
None of my you can get with 'em
Still um, will um, your come get some so I can kill '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 straight to your rest
Lift up your shirt and blast you in your chest, well, that was

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

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 you're really a bitch, when you get it
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 could be
you're 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
get jacked 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 come 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 South Bronx, South South
Bronx, South South yo, Uptown
Brooklyn's in the house, lemme tell ya 'bout Island
about Queens? Do it, do, do, do it, do it, do, do, do it