Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Slippin'

(Yo man, these around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what
I'm sayin? Boogie Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you
Know what I'm (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what
Happened? He slipped on die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ
Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, shit
About this the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'
Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no was
Given)

Now you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me tell you this while the clock is tickin
This is the warning, as the caution
Do not attempt to dis 'cause you'll
like a pillow, or better yet a mattress
You can't match this style or attack
While I'm telling you, on schedule
Fuck with K-R-S and bury you
Deep in the dirt, or with a shovel
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just
Total on stage
is the name, 22 is the age
Those who wanna battle, I who you are
You got a little girl, you drive a car
You come into the with that look on your face
Before you ran the mile, you the race
So assume you're doomed when you in the room
I'll be the witch and be the broom
I'll ride you, you into the concrete
slide you to a funky beat
So do we have here?
A sucka in
I your heart
Put it way up on the
At ten fucked
At you suck
At you're a sucker
At seven-a
At six slapped
At you're just wacked
At four you're
At three, you're soft
At two an ass
At one, a dick
But you slip, I'll whip
homeboy, ya slippin'

(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A time, ya see me slip on, crop D
And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll back if I miss you
Sayin?)

I understand that music calms the beast
But in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
a bass, a snare
A cut over there
I add my K-R-S
And the becomes fresh
I ask Moe and ICU for thoughts
Layin' down a power all the suckas are tought
One again, the tactics of arts
We're gettin' payed to the end we were down from the start
known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance
Gauranteed to ya dance, if you give us a chance
We're goin' off and of all ya suckas are lost
You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the
I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal
Run my rhyme on time and on
One another, another to the next
Can't rhyme when tense, or your muscles won't flex
your larynx
It may get havin' sex
Or may get
bustin' as a liar
These are the things I so be tought
To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you
If you come up with a number, notebook, or
It doesn't matter, you can still get dissed
I'm bringin' back ol' New York rap
That gets you jacked you're hands still clap
It's
Just dissin' you I can make
But tippin'
My message is simple Ya'

(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we all the way to the top
Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, large, I'm
Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. slippin')

E-N-O,
When you go other albums, you're sure to say
Goddam! They all seem to alike
Till you hear the crew standin' over in the
Showing, glowing, on the top
The lyrics keep and flowing and just flowing
Just like a river, or yet a stream
I'm proud to be down with the winning
So don't ever in your even think about an arguement
Cuz you'll get on like carpet
We'll pick you up, and you off
Stamp BDP on head and you're off
But you won't change that to say instead
I'm cuz I got a BDP on my head
So before you inherit that ass kicking
I you wake right up cuz ya slippin'
(Yo! They slippin'-dough, slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up

up
I
Don't no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they

Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time slippin-ya know what
I'm
Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you
What
It is. (WORD UP!) slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and

He do somethin', slippin'. Slippin'.)