Luyện nghe bài hát How'd Ya Do it Dee

Yeah, one two one two
And I say
As we let the play
This is to Ruddy Ray
From all the around the way
So def it get an F
Jay receives an A for his
Spins til dizzy
to get busy
Is he the Jam
he, or is he?
And my is D.M.C
The
The car that I drive is called a
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
a gift like a gun
Slays one by one
chill than kill
Cause the no fun
So together
be tougher than leather
We slay the bad ones
Until are none

Run-D.M.C.'s nominee
The K I N G's of all M i c's
Like Hercules, with rhymes like
Never crackin not lackin and I still G's

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

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

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

So a
Bust a
It's a must I'm
Funky fresh, in the flesh and you know the
Why don't ya, it son
I'm number 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 mashin and bashin, my name is Run, me Joe
Fat as ever and clever, and never second to
Wearin and better, What's your name? DJ Run
But in the summer's a bummer, cause I leave em at
Just Adidas and me, and J and D on the
eyein the crown, sellin skills by the pound
Makin breakin and takin all of the around
Puttin in the heart, at the top of the chart
Stunning gunning and funning, cause Run's this art
DJ's the rage, never losing a show
when the set is a match, then they're ready to go
Swervin curvin deservin, the grass grow
Cause makin money ain't funny, ain't that JMJ?

in effect, set comin correct
Yet gainin respect, breakin a neck

I'm and chillin, not foolin with illin
On the mission it's thrillin, and I'll a killin
My higher desire, go and then fly ya
Makes me the messiah, I'll neve
I'm spankin and bankin, high rankin and
Improvising, suprising, I'm rising and
My boys on the side, the and the back
A Cadillac and a stack, for the King Darryl
Not workin for free, pocket with a G
And always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"
On the go with Joe, pay with Jay
All day, why? I'm livin that way
One wonders, what? How it gets
I hear questions, from From everyone
I'm I broke 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, easy to D
It's easy to G, it's 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 to thee
they always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"