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 I'm sayin'? That, that shit, my joint
Run that motherfucker, it's right kid

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

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

get ate, get broken like a pretzel
And get dissed if they try to step to
can't take a MC with loose lips
Talk a lotta shit but sink no motherfuckin'

Lyrics make bigger holes than hollow
Watch another rapper get stiff
Just like in church, we the basket
As I preach his casket

Fuck it, kick the body right
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 rapper the spot
You there and jock, goin'
This is absolutely ludicrous, can you do to Kris

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

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

Crazy ill mad styles is what I '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, crew come get some so I can kill 'em

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

A fad fill the bill, but mad skills will
let me have to kill you kid, God forbid still
Greed will your need to succeed
But your speed, speech

Your is a breach of what I teach
For lyrical styles 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 looked hard
But you're a bitch, when you get it together
Call me, here's my
Check the list, you lack breath control, mental
talent, imagination and flavor

I got no time for amateur rhyme, you could be
Thinkin' you're hard because you wear a gangsta
I'll smash your wanna-be ass in the deep
Black, you'll up dizzy sayin', "How da fuck he do dat?"

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

be the best Gee, don't try to test me
You'll get jacked son, if your name is not Jesse
Let's be up front when I ya
Peace, uh, I'm the motherfuckin'

When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s up, woy
Gal, will ya come them 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 Island
about Queens? Do it, do, do, do it, do it, do, do, do it