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 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 is called a Caddy
The drink that I is called O.E
And I wear my so I can see
My homeboy next 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 gonna the bad ones
Until are none

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

Well I ah, impress the bad, the rad
Who be less they 'fess, against 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
With a clan, ran, and in demand

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

Yo I'm and showin rocks knots and shockin the mind
I'm only and killin, so won't you check out the rhyme
Meetin and seatin, suckers all in a row
mashin 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 a bummer, cause I leave em at home
Just and me, and J and D on the phone
Diggin eyein the crown, sellin skills by the
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 facing the rage, never a show
when the set is a match, then they're ready to go
Swervin deservin, the grass grow everyday
makin money ain't funny, ain't that right JMJ?

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

I'm coolin and chillin, not foolin illin
On the it's thrillin, and I'll make a killin
My desire, go high and then fly ya
me the messiah, I'll neve rretire
I'm spankin and bankin, high rankin and
Improvising, suprising, I'm and flaking
My boys on the side, the and the back
A and a stack, for the King Darryl Mack
Not workin for free, pocket full a G
And always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"
On the go with Joe, makin pay Jay
All day, why? I'm livin that way
One wonders, what? How it gets
I hear questions, from who? From
I'm cool I the rule
Breakin all but laws, when I fool
Cause I'm the man was born to rule
Every girl in the world, and make them
It's to be, it's 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, from questions, I'm to thee
they always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"