Luyện nghe bài hát How'd Ya Do it Dee

Yeah, one two one two
And I say
As we let the music
This is to Ruddy Ray
From all the homeboys the way
So def it get an F
Jay an A for his essay
Spins til you're
Born to get
Is he the Jam
he, or is he?
And my is D.M.C
The
The car that I is called a Caddy
The drink that I drink is O.E
And I wear my so I can see
My homeboy right to me
His is DJ Run
Shoots a like a gun
Slays one by one
Rather than kill
Cause the no fun
So forever
Crew be tougher leather
We gonna slay the bad
there are none

Run-D.M.C.'s award
The K I N G's of all M i c's
Like Hercules, rhymes like these
crackin not lackin and I still pull G's

Well I ah, impress the bad, the rad
Who be less when they 'fess, the test

And I insist that this, with a of the wrist
be kid not dissed at the top of the list

So go a-head, and stand, out the man
a clan, never ran, and in demand

So a
a rhyme
It's a must I'm
Funky fresh, in the flesh and you know the
Why ya, bust it son
Cause I'm one
Just do it, it
Hit it Run

Yo I'm flowin and showin knots and shockin the mind
I'm only chillin and killin, so you check out the rhyme
Meetin and seatin, suckers all in a row
Crashin and bashin, my name is Run, call me Joe
Fat as ever and clever, and never to none
Wearin leather and better, your name? DJ Run
But in the summer's a bummer, cause I leave em at
Just and me, and J and D on the phone
Diggin the crown, sellin skills by the pound
Makin breakin and all of the suckers around
Puttin in the heart, at the top of the chart
Stunning gunning and funning, cause Run's running art
DJ's the rage, never losing a show
Cause when the set is a match, then they're to go
curvin deservin, the grass grow everyday
Cause makin money ain't funny, ain't right JMJ?

Full in effect, set correct
Yet gainin respect, still a neck

I'm and chillin, not foolin with illin
On the it's thrillin, and I'll make a killin
My desire, go high and then fly ya
Makes me the messiah, I'll neve
I'm spankin and bankin, high rankin and
Improvising, suprising, I'm and flaking
My on the side, the front and the back
A Cadillac and a stack, for the King Darryl
Not for free, pocket full with a G
And they ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"
On the go Joe, makin pay with Jay
All day, why? I'm livin that way
One wonders, what? How it done
I hear questions, who? From everyone
I'm cool I the rule
Breakin all but laws, I break fool
Cause I'm the man was born to rule
Every girl in the world, and make them
It's easy to be, it's to D
It's easy to G, easy to me
Wanna how I do it, got a goal, I pursue it
Got the soul, to get to it, you was told, so you it
The answers, from questions, I'm tellin to
Cause always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"