Luyện nghe bài hát T'cha - T'cha

Easssssssssy
It's impossible to take out Boogie Down

Yes mi say

Come to the t'cha, come mi say to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the

Me bus' upon the around 1986
A few hit records got me started quick
I represent the Bronx, but I am a New
All vegeterian, eat pork or
in a battle yes my brain starts clickin
Just the gears of a watch, tock-tickin
I never time cause the rhyme is all digital
For suckers like you, I turn the up to critical
On playlist, waxin that anus
or professionals, BRING DOWN THE DECIMAL
Point every time you subtract an
People look at me, a
Teachin like you about the I.C.U
And the KRS-One, sounds arithmetic
psychologicalwhy are you on the dick?
Well, my evaluation is
Takin me out, is somethin closer to
You could try best
But frankly I don't think it's
is yes the DJ writer superproducer Kris
God gave me a talent, so let me the gift

to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the
Come mi say come to the come to the t'cha come to the t'cha

Push up ya han-ds, if you out gettin PAID
Push up ya han-ds, if you have AIDS, biddi-by-by
Push up ya han-ds, if you out gettin PA-AI-ID
Push up ya han-ds, if you be delayed
Down Productions at the head of the raid
Always gettin brighter the suckers will fade
Life is very serious, it's not an
So everything hearing, KRS has made
MC's grab the but don't know what to say
So DJ KRS has come to dem the way
I always you females by your name, not "Hey!"
"Hey" will only make a real woman turn away, GWAN
Unless the woman is the of the yearrrr
then you know that KRS don't carrrre
Unless the is the freak of the yearrrr, biddi-by-by
And then you know that KRS carrrre
You always a freak, by the garment they wear
Instead of call it they always callin it gear
Big derriere to the next man stare
Attracted to the man with curls in him hair
Always puffin cheeba with a of beer
But to a wo-man freaks-a can-not compare, GWAN
up ya han-ds if you a real wo-man, BO
Hold up ya han-ds, if you do
The style that I'm sayin, without no
Is Blastmaster KRS-One, playin
It's really kinda easy for me, to do a style this
It's primitive, so please don't miss
The way I do on the microphone, cause I was never shown
My mother wasn't into b-boyin at the
No one out can
And not another DJ rocks this type of
mi say

Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the
Come mi say come to the t'cha, mi say come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the come to the t'cha come to the t'cha

Come mi say jump up ya high, and jump up when ya low-ah
Boogie Down make the lyrics just flow
M-E-L-O-D-I-E and Manager Moe
We'll up any MC in a ribbon or a bow
takin pictures of me everywhere I go
Take out three MC's and call it

ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum,
ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum,
ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum,
ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, mi say

Come to the t'cha, come mi say to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha to the t'cha
mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha
Come mi say to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha