Luyện nghe bài hát I Desire

We're on a
Dissin' all of the
MC's, my butt you're kissin'
Because I

Yo, wait a minute, chill, I ya all to hear
Why rap is not a joke, for us a career
Others try to but none has come near
So you see, why stands up and cheer
And if you really think about it, you what it means

To be a female rapper the heart of Queens
And see others about being supreme
But once on the scene, we killing Kings
People claim we're too to tame
On stage we behave like sizzlin'

And oh, so when we rap you need a sweater
The rhymes so tough, you swear made of leather
Get the best of bunch, and I bet that we're better
Tell 'em why, pepa, tell 'em why, I desire

DJ's come and go just the wind
But mine is better than all of
She's sharper a razor when it comes to a cut
More lethal than a laser if you play rough
Not the object of a show, subject to cut

[Unverified] tell you dope
Call her spin for short but she take [unverified]
Wanna duel? you're a fool
Choppin' beats for until the turntables bleed
Scratches so damn hard, you'd swear the had fleas

She's the mutilator, music
Spinderella rocks the records with a
You're amazed by the way she plays
Not a fad but a phase of the craze which I desire

Salt from the pepa and my name is
From Queens, New York not
I my steak well done, 'cuz I hate it rare
And I'm and huggable like Yogi the bear
Pepa the salt, so do not rip
'Cuz if you do shift from first to fifth

out, it's heard, I thought you were dead
Short, went I went upside your head
So get to the beat 'cuz the beat is bad
The beat pro and the bass gets much
The beats rock and because the beat kicks bass
We're gonna bounce beat all over the place 'cuz I desire

you're on the set let the cameras roll
Salt and are the stars, the world's the video
Your room is boomin' we're on your stereo
So hold on tight, dare let go
the teachers, you're the students, class is in session

Pay attention boys and girls, and your lesson
We're running things, yes, we're taking
You be the grass, be the lawnmower
fakin' or takin', not givin' no slack
Not trying, succeeding it's like that

Hot damn, how you be so dog gone dumb?
Trying to dis salt and pepa when we're number
But we you 'cuz you're dippy, your mind's in a daze
Like every duck confused in so many ways

nothing, taking all whether big or small
We got a beat and it's dope, def y'all
Every day of the week you're at my beck and
You wanna try me out? You have the gall 'cuz I desire