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 homeboys the way
So def it get an F
Jay an A for his essay
Spins til you're
to get busy
Is he the Jam
he, or is he?
And my is D.M.C
The
The car that I drive is a Caddy
The that I drink is called 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
chill than kill
Cause the no fun
So forever
Crew be than leather
We gonna the bad ones
there are none

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

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

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

So go a-head, and stand, out the man
With a clan, ran, and in demand

So a
Bust a
It's a must I'm
Funky fresh, in the and you know the time
Why don't ya, it son
I'm number one
Just do it, it
Hit it Run

Yo I'm flowin and showin rocks and shockin the mind
I'm only and killin, so won't you check out the rhyme
greatin 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 leather and better, What's your DJ Run
But in the a bummer, cause I leave em at home
Just and me, and J and D on the phone
Diggin the crown, sellin skills by the pound
breakin and takin all of the suckers 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
Cause when the set is a match, they're ready to go
curvin deservin, the grass grow everyday
Cause makin money ain't funny, that right JMJ?

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

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