Luyện nghe bài hát How'd Ya Do it Dee

Yeah, one two one two
And I say
As we let the music
This is dedicated to Ray
all the homeboys around the way
So def it get an F
Jay an A for his essay
Spins til dizzy
Born to get
Is he the Jam
he, or is he?
And my is D.M.C
The
The car that I drive is a Caddy
The drink I drink is called O.E
And I my glasses so I can see
My right next to me
His is DJ Run
Shoots a like a gun
Slays one by one
Rather chill kill
the killing's no fun
So together
Crew be than leather
We gonna slay the bad
Until there are

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

Well I ah, impress the bad, the rad
Who be when they 'fess, against the test

And I insist that this, with a of the wrist
Will be kid not 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
fresh, in the flesh and you know the time
Why ya, bust it son
Cause I'm one
do it, pursue it
Hit it Run

Yo I'm flowin and rocks knots and shockin the mind
I'm only chillin and killin, so you check out the rhyme
Meetin and seatin, suckers all in a row
Crashin and bashin, my name is Run, call me Joe
Fat as and clever, and never second to none
Wearin and better, What's your name? DJ Run
But in the summer's a bummer, I leave em at home
Just and me, and J and D on the phone
Diggin the crown, sellin skills by the pound
Makin breakin and all of the suckers around
Puttin fear in the heart, at the top of the
gunning and funning, cause Run's running this 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
Cause makin money ain't funny, ain't right JMJ?

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

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