Luyện nghe bài hát Slap Them Up

Tellin' it it is, right about 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 that motherfucker, only right kid

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

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

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

Lyrics make bigger holes than 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, to know ya"
Got another to see
Yo Kris, bust that ass

If you're get off the pot
Let the original rapper the spot
You stand there and jock,
This is absolutely ludicrous, can you do to Kris

Chattin' foolishness, along quick with that stupidness
me rippin' this for self, where else ya lookin'?
I got more rhymes 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 was a demo
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 you'll get ass whipped

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

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

A fad doesn't the bill, but mad skills will
Don't let me have to you kid, God forbid 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 I'd say, "You lie like a beech"
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow

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

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

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

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

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
Gal, will ya slap them up

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