Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Slippin'

(Yo man, these people around here in '87 slippin-dough, you know what
I'm sayin? Boogie Down not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you
Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's on? Mr. Magic-you know what
Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin 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, up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was
Given)

Now you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me tell you this while the is still tickin
This is the warning, as the caution
Do not attempt to dis you'll soften
Just a pillow, or better yet a mattress
You match this style or attack this
I'm telling you, write on schedule
Fuck K-R-S and I'll bury you
Deep in the dirt, or 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 the place with that look on your face
you ran the mile, you lost the race
So assume doomed when you step in the room
I'll be the and you'll be the broom
ride you, guide you into the concrete
I'll you to a funky beat
So what do we here?
A in fear
I your heart
Put it way up on the
At ten fucked
At nine you
At eight you're a
At mothafucka
At six slapped
At five you're wacked
At four you're
At three, you're just
At two an ass
At one, a dick
But before you slip, whip
'Cause homeboy, ya

(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 on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you
Sayin?)

I that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my piece by piece
a bass, a snare
A little cut 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 tactics of arts
We're gettin' payed to the end 'cause we were from the start
We're known as Boogie Down Productions, no B-boy 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
Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a
Run my on time and on schedule
One another, another to the next
rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex
Check larynx
It may get lower sex
Or may get
When bustin' as a
These are the things I 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 matter, you can still get dissed
I'm bringin' that ol' New York rap
That gets you while you're hands still clap
funny
Just dissin' you I can make
But noone's
My is simple 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 other albums, you're 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 flowing and flowing and flowing
Just like a river, or yet a stream
I'm proud to be down the winning team
So don't ever in your life even about an arguement
Cuz get walked on like carpet
pick you up, and dust you off
Stamp BDP on you're head and off
But you won't even change that to say
I'm cuz I got a BDP on my head
So just before you inherit that ass
I suggest you wake right up cuz ya
(Yo! slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they 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? This other kid-I know what his name is, but you know
time
It is. (WORD UP!) He's too (everybody). Slippin', and

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