Luyện nghe bài hát That's How I Did 'em

Daddy, Daddy, tell me a story of how you out that wack MC
No, Daddy, them how you beat down that bootlegger
Daddy, Daddy us a story

Heh, heh, alright, alright, y'all, okay
Come on y'all, around, Daddy now okay, c'mon
Y'all just sit there and listen, I'ma you about the MC
And I'ma tell you about the bootlegger,
we go children

It happened at a jam, some kid to sham on the program
So I had to the lamb and show him who I am
So I just set it off on my
Freakin' the funk as I hit em with metaphors

Like back up off me Dukes, because you're
You better dry your cranium off, cause your is slippin'
You beatin' me is somethin' I doubt
The only way you could Kane is workin' in a crack house

No man alive can withstand the flow
I so much flavor that my shoes look like a rainbow
You need a whole lot of practice, you thought you was
On the money so I took you out like

Now you can flea off, releasin' me G, be
To the great MC
Then I throw em I and mean record to spark
So I can school that ass like Joe Clark

Next I translated, my rap is educated
And made it for him to illustrate it
My dexterity, put him in of me
And had his mind bewildered by he was hearin' see

That was enough to his whole train of thought down
So I just the pace up more than enough for him to come around
I the words, when makin' the rhymes, whatever the rhythm
Puttin' his mind in a prison and, oh yeah, how I did 'em

That's how I did 'em, how I did 'em
how I did em, that's how I did 'em
That's how I did em, how I did 'em
how I did 'em

I was out flex, cold, sex in a Lex
Sippin' on a Beck's, the remix of Das EFX
down 125th with my man
And what did I see, bein' at the stand?

A bunch of bootleg tapes he had claim on it
So I snatched everything with my on it
And me that Kool G. rap tape, and give me that Ice Cube
And all the Wu-Tang joints, 'cause my boys too

A man to make a livin', I can't knock it
But now you tried to money out of my pocket
Word to Miz, the problem is, is that the kids
buy it from The Wiz, they bought your shaky fibs so

Now it's time to him off the block
Pass me the glock I might make a body rock
And break down sixteen shots
That's 'One Seven' on a undercover

Bootlegger, you're worse a beggar
Makin' a profit, stop it
'Cause I work hard for the money, to make flow
To have another along and take my dough

No
So I just my man, aiyyo
the tapes in the Lexus
Then we burned his whole stand down just like Waco,

And I jumped on the brother, with rage
Crushed his ribcage, did he get slayed
'Cause I don't think he know whatever hit him
Bootleggers beware, yeah I did em

That's how I did 'em, how I did 'em
how I did 'em, that's how I did 'em
That's how I did 'em, how I did 'em
how I did 'em

Give it your shot, bring it with all you got
And watch the bombs I drop just rock your
'Cause it wise to address me
I advise a schoolteacher to test me

I don't just do em, I run through em
And I don't hurt, uh uh, I body work em
Lyrical torture, never could ya
For steppin' to me, agony is what it ya

'Cause you never seen this type of genius
That could be touched, and I mean this
So one love, I'ma you with the rhythm
Ain't no need to go off, cause yo hon I did em

how I did 'em, that's how I did 'em
That's how I did 'em, how I did 'em
how I did 'em, that's how I did 'em
how I did 'em