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 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, about, man, this shit
this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'
Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow on, but no description was
Given)

Now you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me you this while the clock is still tickin
is the warning, known as the caution
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 telling you, on schedule
with 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 a little car
You come into the place with that look on face
you ran the mile, you lost the race
So assume you're doomed you step in the room
I'll be the and you'll be the broom
I'll ride you, guide you into the
slide you to a funky beat
So what do we here?
A sucka in
I your heart
Put it way up on the
At ten fucked
At nine you
At eight a sucker
At seven-a
At six slapped
At five you're just
At four you're
At three, just soft
At two an ass
At one, you're a
But before you slip, whip
'Cause homeboy, ya

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

I that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music by piece
a bass, a snare
A little cut over
I add my name
And the shit fresh
I ask Moe and ICU for their
Layin' down a play all the suckas are tought
One again, the of original arts
We're gettin' payed to the end 'cause we down from the start
We're as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance
Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you us a chance
goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost
You wanna a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source
Because I'm the type of guy not put up on a pedestal
Run my rhyme on and on schedule
One after another, to the next
Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't
Check larynx
It may get havin' sex
Or may get
When as a liar
These are the I teach so be tought
To me you're kinda short, how many battles you fought?
If you come up a number, notebook, or list
It just matter, you can still get dissed
I'm bringin' back ol' New York rap
That gets you jacked while you're hands clap
funny
Just dissin' you I can make
But tippin'
My message is Ya' slippin

(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,
you go through other albums, you're sure to say
Goddam! They all seem to alike
Till you hear the standin' over in the light
Showing, glowing, on the top
The lyrics flowing and flowing and just flowing
Just a river, or better yet a stream
I'm proud to be down with the winning
So don't ever in your life even think about an
Cuz you'll get walked on carpet
pick you up, and dust you off
Stamp BDP on you're and you're off
But you won't even change to say instead
I'm cuz I got a BDP on my head
So just before you that ass kicking
I suggest you wake right up cuz ya
(Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they 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 they slippin-ya what
I'm
Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you
time
It is. (WORD UP!) He's too (everybody). Slippin', and

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