Luyện nghe bài hát T'cha - T'cha

Easssssssssy
It's impossible to take out Boogie Productions

Yes mi say

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

Me bus' upon the scene around
A few hit records got me started quick
I the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker
All vegeterian, eat pork or
Chicken in a battle yes my brain clickin
like the gears of a watch, tock-tickin
I never lose time cause the is all digital
For suckers like you, I turn the power up to
On every playlist, waxin that
Suckers or professionals, DOWN THE DECIMAL
Point every time you an emcee
look at me, a P-O-E-T
Teachin suckers you about the I.C.U
And the KRS-One, like arithmetic
Very psychologicalwhy are you on the
Well, my evaluation is
Takin me out, is somethin to impossible
You try your best
But frankly I think it's logical
This is yes the DJ writer Kris
God gave me a talent, so let me flaunt the

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 come to the t'cha, mi say come to the t'cha
mi say come to the t'cha 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 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 the suckers will fade
Life is very serious, it's not an
So everything hearing, KRS has made
grab the microphone but don't know what to say
So DJ KRS has come to dem the way
I always call you by your name, not "Hey!"
"Hey" will only make a real woman turn away, GWAN
Unless the woman is the of the yearrrr
Well then you that KRS don't carrrre
the woman is the freak of the yearrrr, biddi-by-by
And then you know that KRS don't
You always call a freak, by the garment they
Instead of call it clothes they callin it gear
Big to make the next man stare
Attracted to the man with curls in him hair
Always puffin cheeba a forty of beer
But to a re-al wo-man freaks-a can-not compare,
Hold up ya han-ds if you a wo-man, BO
up ya han-ds, if you do underst-and
The that I'm sayin, without no delayin
Is KRS-One, just playin
It's really kinda for me, to do a style like this
It's kinda primitive, so please miss
The way I do this on the microphone, cause I was never
My mother wasn't b-boyin at the Home
No one out can
And not another DJ rocks this 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 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

Come mi say jump up when ya high, and jump up 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
People takin of me everywhere I go
Take out three MC's and 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 come to the t'cha come to the 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 t'cha to the t'cha come to the t'cha