Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Dee Jays

Yes! in the place right now
Harmony and heather b, ms.
Dj jamal-ski, dj parker
And of course we are gettin much
the africanism is in effect
So it out, man!
And try not to bite the
Poi!

So in now with the chorus of the day
Because we don't

Chorus:

It 7 dee jays to control a sound
It one soundsystem playin music loud
It takes 7 dee to control a sound
But d-nice, gonna make the party live

it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do
Makin young ladies just their drawers
And when they em, I don't kick em, check it
the fat boys said, i "brrrrrrrr, stick em!"
From point on, I say we're on for the night
But I love it when the just call me d-nice
And if she gets and try to ask for a fee
I say, "please hoe, all about me"

b]
It's not the spangled banner or the red white and blue
But the underground sister from the edutainment
So you do, is back up if you work for bush
Cause all the presidential prison politicians
Gotta get mushed, gimme back my you sucka
You beat down my and you raped my mother africa
And now you laugh at her
I feel pickin up a razor, and slashin ya
up margaret thatcher and unmaskin her
To out she's a man without a manicure
Go to deklerk without askin her
And bust some shots for south
And if margaret in, I start bashin her
For every freedom fighter crashin her
And heather b will get nastier
And pull out my two shot
Cause yes, heather b classier
Cause heather b, jamal-ski, and krs the
Makes up the dope called, edutainer
You'll the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the fresh edutainer

Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, jamal-ski, ki-ki-kiyah!

[jamal-ski] {best
Jump up and be the mic and stick em
follow me the man me work for the mic
They call me top
Me bigga me badda mad hatta me callin it and dead-ly
Me nah got no millimeter, me not want ya uzi
But I kill run a leggin on dancee
Blam! blam! we out and yes you are the don
You hold for the mic upon they call me lyrical
Me me black, me know if me chat, ya know me and ya done
Me read genesis unto relevation
Me nice and into england, it up in ja-pan
Me have armitage, me enough stylee
Me whyla, grab the mic andna, to me, andna

Come in de dance with the stylee
And krs-one, now in with harmony

Now I'm comin to the dancehall, everybody
me follow me, sister harmony
I perk, perk, perk, you up-a
You don't need no coffee, let me, your cup-a
Perk, perk, perk, you up-a
You don't need no coffee, let me, fill cup
I'm a, stimulator,
Activator,
Captivator,
Perculator, you up
harmony, the minor key
That moves with the passionately
I ain't ego trippin I do it
Cause everybody's bound to the sound of bdp
easy, for me you see
I ain't the one or the two, I'm the
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)

Chorus:

It 7 dee jays to control a sound
It takes one soundsystem music loud
It 7 dee jays to control a sound
But krs, you're gonna the party live

Well now it's blastmaster
we come in the dance, my lyrics not done
Pray to my father yes me are the son
Cause you are the and my pro-tection
Any mc must run come
Kyan't test the down production man
Move ya ras claat, bdp alone
1990 lyrics 'pon the
Every posse we come in the dance
We reality-ta-tee an'
Reality,
We nah deal sickness and negativity
We up in the dance in the ruff stylee
In the discipline krs-one is just a
Come up in the dance with my man called edi
On the we have the man d-square
up in the dance, and him must comb him hair-ah
Come up in the dance, and me let off a
At george bush, cause him d my
Krs-one, him the come
The crew bdp, melo-di-di-de-de

[ms.
Comin and direct in full effect
Ms. m-e-l-o-d-i-e on the mic
Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a
Got my wrap around your throat, you're chokin on a gizzard
If said, well damn, who is it?
It's ms. melodie, the real, so get it

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pessimistic, a big conspiracy
The way they treat blacks, in society
It's erection rebellion, revolution
Takin no shorts, because jah is
Government they try to and rule
Dictate, regulate, and the fool
why I search, explore, inspect, investigate
Drop down knowledge, and dub plates

Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub
Kill dub plate-ah mi say dub plate-ah
Krs-one, boy, must come fi
Comin up and the dance but not from eighty-eight-ah
posse know me come in the dance not later
Come in early, every captivator
Krs-one, and herb gate-ah
up in the dance, and we cannot debate-ah
Krs-one, call me krs-one-ah
Krs-one, me come to nice up any
Krs-one, them me krs-one-ah
Krs-one, me come to up any jam
Me in the dance, with the crew called bdp-ah
Down the set is a harmony-ah
Ms. melodie and my man p ah
Come in jam and look at a raw stylee

[jamal-ski] {best
name me permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent

Jump up upon me to run it again
Me work pon the microphone you betta tell best friend
your mudda and tell you fadda
And tell sista and yuh bruda
A when they hold fi di mic they call me dj
Me champion, they call me lyrical champion
Lyrical champion, they me lyrical champion, follow me now
Lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion, flash it
Oil the mic and ah, me on the jam
upon the mala the mic in ah me hand an' a
When me do that, the fi run
Some of dem sell fi cocaine, some of dem sell
But I'm the one msn jamal me sell the culture
And me hold pon the microphone, they call me
Now, top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity
Top celebrity, top celebrity, hoo-hah, ha-hah!
Top celebrity, top celebrity, top rankin
I'm the one dem from new york city-ah
What dey me, bdp posse an' a
Jamal now can stylee
Rewind circulate, never ever
When me pon the microphone, say me lyrics dem great
Test me, and you'll, your fate
Blam! blam! now can know yes you are the don an' a
in now krs-one, an' a

Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma
Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma
Me a melt down the
Melt down the sound, come mi say melt the sound-ah
Krs-one, the master of the verb and ah
Jump in the and my skin is yes browner
Kings, up, crown
Queen, rip up, gown ah
Every posse know we ah rule every sound
up in the dance and run every town ah
Dj, nuff,
Come up in the dance, bucks em right ah
If you a we'll flood ya and you drown ah
Krs-one ah, up better sound ah
Satan in the dance, we a mash right ah
Down, to the
Krs him have the one sound
Sound sound sound, sound-sound sound sound
Number one what in creation
Play with yourself it's masturbation
Chop it off,
Jesus christ get the
days later, resurrection
He's comin back, read
the book, pick up your gun
And in the african revolution
man, get liberation
Wicked man get
It's the battle of armageddeon
Through my mouth is a
Unto recknoning to
Nuff education
Dj kenny yes you are the don
teach nuff wisdom

Chorus:

It takes 7 dee jays to a sound
It takes one playin music loud
It takes 7 dee jays to a sound
But scott larock, gonna make the party live
It

1 dee jay, jay ah jay ah jay
Ah 1 a jay jay ah jay ah jay
It takes 1, jigga jay jay, a jay jay
Ah 1 a jay jay ah jay
It a jigga to your face, a jigga jay jay
Ah 1 a jay jay ah jay, a jigga jigga
1 a jay jay a jay jay a jay
1 jigga jay a jay a jigga jay a
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