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

Me bus' upon the scene 1986
A few hit records got me started real
I the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker
All vegeterian, eat pork or
in a battle yes my brain starts clickin
Just like the gears of a watch,
I never lose time the rhyme is all digital
For suckers like you, I turn the power up to
On every playlist, that anus
Suckers or professionals, DOWN THE DECIMAL
every time you subtract an emcee
People at me, a P-O-E-T
Teachin like you about the I.C.U
And the KRS-One, sounds like
Very are you on the dick?
Well, my is sudden
Takin me out, is closer to impossible
You could try best
But frankly I think it's logical
This is yes the DJ writer superproducer
God gave me a talent, so let me flaunt the

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

Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't AIDS, biddi-by-by
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin
Push up ya han-ds, if you won't be
Down Productions at the head of the raid
Always gettin brighter while the will fade
Life is serious, it's not an arcade
So everything you're hearing, KRS has
grab the microphone but don't know what to say
So DJ KRS has to show dem the way
I call you females by your name, not "Hey!"
Cause "Hey" will make a real woman turn away, GWAN
Unless the is the freak of the yearrrr
Well then you know that KRS carrrre
the woman is the freak of the yearrrr, biddi-by-by
And then you that KRS don't carrrre
You call a freak, by the garment they wear
Instead of call it clothes always callin it gear
Big to make the next man stare
Attracted to the man with curls in him hair
Always puffin with a forty of beer
But to a re-al wo-man can-not compare, GWAN
up ya han-ds if you a real wo-man, BO
Hold up ya han-ds, if you do
The that I'm sayin, without no delayin
Is Blastmaster KRS-One, just
It's kinda easy for me, to do a style like this
It's kinda primitive, so please 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 this type of beat
mi say

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

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

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