Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Slippin'

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

Now what you just heard, people, was a kickin
But let me tell you this the clock is still tickin
This is the warning, as the caution
Do not to dis 'cause you'll soften
Just 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 sand a shovel
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just
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 that look on face
Before you ran the mile, you lost the
So assume doomed when you step in the room
be the witch and you'll be the broom
I'll you, guide you into the concrete
I'll you to a funky beat
So what do we here?
A sucka in
I snatched your
Put it way up on the
At ten fucked
At nine you
At eight a sucker
At seven-a
At six you're
At five just wacked
At four lost
At three, you're soft
At two an ass
At one, a dick
But before you slip, I'll
'Cause homeboy, ya

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

I understand that music the savage beast
But keep in that I compose my music piece by piece
a bass, a snare
A little cut over
I add my name
And the shit becomes
I ask Moe and ICU for their
Layin' down a power all the suckas are tought
One again, the tactics of arts
We're payed to the end 'cause we were down from the start
We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no stance
Gauranteed to ya dance, if you give us a chance
We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are
You wanna hear a fresh You've come to the source
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
Check your
It may get lower sex
Or may get
When as a liar
These are the I teach so be tought
To me you're kinda short, how many have you fought?
If you come up with a number, notebook, or
It just doesn't matter, you can still get
I'm bringin' back ol' New York rap
That gets you jacked while you're hands still
It's
dissin' you I can make money
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 To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm
Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. slippin')

E-N-O,
you go through other albums, you're sure to say
Goddam! They all to sound alike
Till you hear the standin' over in the light
Showing, glowing, on the top
The lyrics keep flowing and and just flowing
like a river, or better yet a stream
I'm proud to be down with the winning
So ever in your life even think about an arguement
Cuz you'll get on like carpet
We'll pick you up, and you off
Stamp BDP on you're and you're off
But you even change that to say instead
I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my
So just before you inherit that ass
I suggest you right up cuz ya slippin'
(Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, slippin'-word up

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

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

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