Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Slippin'

(Yo man, these people around 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 sayin? (word) Yo! goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what
Happened? He slipped on us-he die. KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ
Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this
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 what you just heard, people, was a kickin
But let me tell you this while the clock is tickin
This is the warning, known as the
Do not attempt to dis 'cause soften
Just like a pillow, or better yet a
You match this style or attack this
While I'm you, write on schedule
Fuck with and I'll bury you
in the dirt, or sand with a shovel
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, muffle
domination on stage
is the name, 22 is the age
Those who battle, I know who you are
You got a little girl, you drive a car
You come into the place with look on your face
you ran the mile, you lost the race
So you're doomed when you step in the room
I'll be the and you'll be the broom
I'll ride you, you into the concrete
slide you to a funky beat
So do we have here?
A in fear
I snatched your
Put it way up on the
At ten fucked
At nine you
At eight a sucker
At mothafucka
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 before you slip, 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? come back if I miss you
Sayin?)

I understand that music calms the savage
But keep in that I compose my music piece by piece
First a bass, a
A cut over there
I add my name
And the shit becomes
I ask Moe and ICU for thoughts
Layin' a power play all the suckas are tought
One again, the of original arts
We're payed to the end 'cause we were down from the start
We're known as Boogie Productions, ain't no B-boy stance
Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a
We're off and of course all ya suckas are lost
You hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source
Because I'm the of guy who's not put up on a pedestal
Run my on time and on schedule
One after another, another to the
rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex
Check 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 have you fought?
If you up with a number, notebook, or list
It doesn't matter, you can still get dissed
I'm back that ol' New York rap
That gets you jacked while hands still clap
funny
Just dissin' you I can make
But noone's
My message is Ya' slippin

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

E-N-O,
When you go through other albums, sure to say
Goddam! They all seem to sound
Till you hear the crew standin' in the light
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 life think about an arguement
Cuz get walked on like carpet
We'll you up, and dust you off
Stamp BDP on you're head and off
But you won't even change to say instead
I'm cuz I got a BDP on my head
So before you inherit that ass kicking
I suggest you wake up cuz ya slippin'
(Yo! They slippin'-dough, slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up

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

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

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