Luyện nghe bài hát Breath In, Breath Out

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Breathe in (breathe in) out (breathe out)
Do the go on let it out
out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in)
Put ya back in and let ya bend
in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out)
Do the go on let it out
Breathe out (breathe out) in (breathe in)
Put ya back out and let ya bend

[Verse:
Somebody move, nobody get
is official, man, only dance flo' experts
And animals and me being a rhyme cannibal
Hannibal while it's bangin' it's understandable
Now back to movin' nobody get hurt
My on this one is the party wet his shirt
Now go to and do the chicken (buh kah)
Do the chicken, and you do it's stickin'
Believe me dirty it's kickin' through the
Throwback Vokal
Matchin' Diadonas, off tour, head to the floor
Take it round, round, chickenhead it down
Created by my the monastery is found
Or the like Reno, I'm that nigga can see low
movin' all black, white, la-latino
There will be no space to waste
Pick up the pace, see your rate
And if you to hyperventilate

[Verse:
Right now, I you wit me
I'm a Wizard like Chris
doin' it law breakin' the people gon' come get me
First, ladies put ya drink by ya
Fellas tuck in ya shirt and put in belt buckle
Sayin', get ya dip right and ya hip right
Fellas ya betta find that and get that
Third, you can do it, or stirred
Show up per word and like a bird
Fo, do it mo', five, make sure it's live
Six, ladies and here we go now, SWING!
Seven, back like you lookin' for heaven
Let ya body like we in church and need a reverend
Eight, if you made it this far, you straight
If not, you better practice and get it fo' it's too
Nine, is this the time to prepare for the
Ten - all over again!

[Verse:
Yo, who got that, fire?
fire, I can't lie-uh
I that, that fire
Cause' nothin' will do (ooh ooh)
Pass me that, that
That fire, I lie-uh
I'm gon' off, fire
Cause' nothin' else do (ooh ooh)

It's got party feel, 'Cris and Bakardi appeal
Fo' real killin', I would, like a naughty will
Like 'Pac say, I got mine, get yours
it lower than ya did before, control the floor
You can be or city, ugly or pretty
No the tig ol' bitties, all ages five to fifty
Now in, breathe out
If ya got it goin' then show me you about