Luyện nghe bài hát Brother, Brother

Mmm, hmm, right,
What we here is collaboration
Of the Big Daddy Kane and the Daddy Shane
We're gonna send this out to all the

And sisters, around the
It's a tune, a tune unity
And peace amongst each
And gonna have some fun, peep this

The B to the I to the G to the D
To the A to the D to the D to the Y
To the K to the A to the N to the E
The Smooth in the place to be

The L to the I to the L to the D
To the A to the D to the D to the Y
To the S to the H to the A N E
The Daddy Shane for the world to see

Ricky-ticky-tempo, no
Italian men, call their a bimbo
Puerto men call their girls muchacha
Ask me how I know, cause I'm a girl

Now I must admit I'm a sensitive guy
Cause I cried on Cooley when Cochise died
But again at times I may be a mean fellow
Cause I didn't a damn about the dog Old Yeller

But I love my
(And I him back)
I wish of the world could be like that
So shake y'all
(Shake y'all)
Shake
(Shake y'all)
And bust the we make yall

Brother, brother, help other
Brother, brother, help other

I'm not Don Pardo, or Guy
I Love Lucy, but I'm not Ricky
I'm just a titan that does some mean fightin
Against any sucker MC that's seen

I been through Different World's, gave all a try
is my man, but Jasmine's not my Guy
I wonder if the Kane ever Dawns on
It's a sin to be bad, but somebody's do it

Ashes to and dust to dust
I can a nun feel the need for lust, true
I can a new car start to rust
And outrun the dog on the bus

For an MC to try to me freestylin
His must be somewhere in Fantasy Island
But I guarantee that by the I'm through
I make him feel the size of the midget Tattoo

Cause I my brother
(And I him back)
And more people of the world should be like
So swing y'all
(Swing y'all)
Swing
(Swing y'all)
out how we do our thing yall

Brother, brother, help each
Brother, brother, help each

Rhymes that I write generate juice
Not Dr. Seuss or even Mother Goose
They said I was a child, but then I hit em
Yeah it's good to a boy to do a man's job

Well, I'm the Biggest of the macks and dons
I keep a fleet of women, probably one of them's your
A voice so choice that my lips be bronzed
You got ta me thumbs up just like the Fonz

Well, I'm a new jack from the new school, too
But some of the times I get bizarre
And grab the microphone and a spell from Melle Mel
And to yell

I'm up on stage I feel that it's my duty
To do somethin fly, to make you shake booty
Because I add the flavor like an onion
The type of guy that grows on ya, just a bunion

But I love you
(And I you Kane)
somethin that the whole world needs to gain
So love love
(Love y'all)
Love
(Love y'all)
a little bit of love yall, peace