Luyện nghe bài hát Ch-Check It Out

All you Trekkies and TV
Don't mean to diss don't mean to bring
All you Klingons in your house
Grab your backstreet and get loud
doors off hinges
I'll you with the pinchers
And no, I didn't
I'll snatch you up the needle-nose pliers

Mutual of Omaha
With the ill you've never seen before
Glidin' in the
And like Lorne Greene you I get paid
Caprese and with the basil
Not goofy like Darren or
I'm a "Nick at night"
With classics rerunning that you all right
Now calm, no alarm, 'cause my farm ain't fat
So up with that?
I've got and family that I respect
When I I'm too good they put me in check
So believe when I say I'm no than you
when I rap so I guess it ain't true
Like y'all and you just don't stop
Guaranteed to make body rock

it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all
it out
Let's turn this, turn party out

Said, Doc what's the
I'm a man on a mission
Said, son, better listen
in your (what?) is an electrician
Like a
When I'm applying
of controlling my mind
Like and the rappin' Duke combined

Now, hey, baby bubba now what the
I didn't you go for that mass appeal
call it salugi, some hot potato
I stole your mic and you see it later
'Cause I work like a magician
I add up a mathematician
I'm a bank cashier,
I wear cotton but I wear sheer

Shazam and
In the whip I'm gonna cruise ya
Yo, money, don't yourself
Put that (what?) on the shelf
Light blazin'
You're out of phase, and my crew's
We're working on the record yo, so stay patient

it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all
it out
Let's turn this, turn party out

Now, I go by the name of the King
I don't wear a cup nor a
I bring the that's beyond bizarre
Miss Piggy, who moi?
I am the one the clientele
Who say, Adrock, you rock so
got class like pink champale
MCA grab the mic before the mic goes

Don't me they can't arrest me
I'll fake right, and shoot lefty
You look upset, yo, calm
You look like cable guy off of your crown
I like smoke out a chimney
You been me
You want to rap but what you're ain't Hip-Hop, B

Now, get clothes right out the dryer
Put Armor-All up on tire
Sport that fresh
Tonight we goin' out set the on fire
Set the town ablaze, stun and amaze
Ready to throw a
Make your granny shake her and say "those were the days"

Now, it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all
it out
Let's turn this, this party out