Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Them Up

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

(Do it, do, do, do it)
Drop bass line, you want lyrics?
We give ya lyrics, check it out now, one
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When we come in all de 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy
Gal, ya come slap them up
When we come in all de 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy
Ill will, them up

MC's get ate, get broken like a
And get if they ever try to step to
They can't a MC with loose lips
Talk a lotta shit but no motherfuckin' ships

Lyrics make bigger holes hollow tips
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, to know ya"
Got another to see
Yo Kris, bust ass certainly

If shiverin' get off the pot
Let the original rapper rock the
You there and jock, goin'
This is absolutely ludicrous, can you do to Kris

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

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

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

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

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

Your is a breach of what I teach
For lyrical 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 looked hard
But really a bitch, when you get it together
me, here's my card
Check the list, you lack breath control, behavior
Lyrical talent, and flavor

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

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

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

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

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