Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Them Up

Tellin' it it is, right about now D.J. Premier
Is in the motherfuckin' and shit
Ya what I'm sayin'? But yo, yo Kris, run that shit
Ya know what I'm sayin'? That, that shit, my
Run that motherfucker, only right kid

(Do it, do, do, do it)
Drop that line, you want lyrics?
We give ya lyrics, it out now, one time
(Do it, do, do, do it)

When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s up, woy
Gal, will ya slap them up
we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy
Ill will, slap up

MC's get ate, get broken like a
And get if they ever try to step to
They take a MC with loose lips
a lotta shit but sink no motherfuckin' ships

Lyrics make bigger holes hollow tips
Watch another body get stiff
Just in church, we pass the basket
As I preach over his

Fuck it, the body right over
And say, "See ya, hmm, nice to ya"
Got another to see
Yo Kris, bust that ass

If you're get off the pot
Let the original rock the spot
You there and jock, goin'
This is ludicrous, what can you do to Kris

Chattin' foolishness, step quick with that stupidness
It's me rippin' for self, where else ya lookin'?
I got more than all the Jamaicans in Brooklyn
So it or be seated, Gee I'm mad undefeated

Young boy, you can't see me, run and make pee-pee
I was rockin' rhymes when 'La-Di-Da-Di' was a
Admit you been on my tip for years and just seem to let go
Go, go call your mother, tell her you wanna battle KRS
I bet the minute you get home get your ass whipped

Crazy ill mad is what I give 'em
Not a run of the 'em, I drill 'em, I got ridiculous rhythm
None of my you can get with 'em
Still um, will um, your crew come get some so I can 'em

Well, I roll by myself but let it fool ya
If I got beef my crew'll step to ya
We don't play no games, I'll come straight to your
Lift up your shirt and blast you in your chest, well, that was

A fad doesn't fill the bill, but mad will
Don't let me have to kill you kid, God still
Greed will lead need to succeed
But your speed, your

Your outreach is a breach of I teach
For styles you're a leech
If I was Spanish I'd say, "You lie a beech"
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow

Wow, for a amateur you really looked
But you're a bitch, when you get it together
me, here's my card
Check the list, you breath control, mental behavior
talent, imagination and flavor

I got no time for amateur rhyme, you could be
Thinkin' hard because you wear a gangsta T-Shirt
I'll smash wanna-be ass in the deep dirt
Black, come up dizzy sayin', "How da fuck he do dat?"

'Cause you're yappin' you can't be reached
If your name ain't Development, save your speech
Time to ill, I got mad skills to
Not a fake, I got more styles than got Tasty Cakes

Gotta be the best Gee, try to test me
You'll get jacked son, even if your is not Jesse
Let's be up front I meet ya
Peace, uh, I'm the teacher

When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s up, woy
Gal, will ya come slap up
When we come in all de dance D.J.'s shut up, woy
Gal, will ya come them up

Do it, do, do, do it
Yo South Bronx, South Bronx
Bronx, South South yo, Uptown
Brooklyn's in the house, lemme tell ya 'bout Staten
What about Do it, do, do, do it, do it, do, do, do it