Luyện nghe bài hát Down with the Jbeez

who am I?...
Bam!
The A-double-B!
And who are
I go by the "The Grand Boogie"...
G!
And if you know, now you know!
We are the JBeez.
Brothers, no doubt.
at you (comin' at you live!).

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My name is Baby Bam, with the JBeez.
1 to the 2 to the 2 to the 3
My name is Mike G, with the JBeez.
1 to the 2 to the 2 to the 3
My name is Baby Bam, down the JBeez.
1 to the 2 to the 2 to the 3
My is Mike G, down with the JBeez.

your eyes, a surprise
cause you to realize,
Jungle Brothers on the
with that in our eyes
For success, we the
gotta get it off our
be behind all the
there's no contest.

One time, for your
we gon' bust rhyme.
Let you know, where we from
lay it on the line.
Be cool, not a
we from the old school
use the mic as a
let you that we rule.

you back with a rap
that'll your hands clap.
Fingers snap, tap
how we do it like
Savin' the place, yo
rockin' at a pace
for the whole race
the flavor you can taste.

Don't frown a clown
you know we in your town.
Jungle Brothers gonna
we can all get down.
So precise, we do it twice,
we like the gravy on rice,
keep you rockin' the night,
all we is two mics!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh....
(word up, this is for real For real! Word up, Feel like For real like AG singin' up in this joint!)

Yea AG! Come on,

1 to the 2 to the 2 to the 3
my name is AG, down the JBeez.
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I'm the rippin' up the dance floor.
I'm the man in of the power load,
gotta light up fire, make your mode aglow.
Gonna build up the freight to make ship shake
a on the ocean that nobody else can fake.

But every once in a when the ship is out at sea
the captain may be called upon to a remedy,
and if the mate's first-rate pay is lifted interstate
who is steer, who is gonna navigate?
Yo yo, we prepared for eventuality,
glass in emergency for an emcee.
that's me, I ram it home a funky gramophone
play us super quick for a switch dance.
Throw another mic right on for I'm linin' up a rhyme
and a jam Baby Bam and my main man
Mike G the gram, pullin up my native bands,
yeah, we gonna do, right here on queue?

1 to the 2 to the 2 to the 3
that was AG, down the JBeez now.
1 to the 2 to the 2 to the 3 and
my is Sense Live down with the JBeez, and
what hearin' is some genuine emceein',
we go from what we know, a show for human bein's,
hop up on the Mic, I make a doubter believin'.
Seize the hip hop lost all of the feelin'.
I some brothers, comin' through the set of 3,
rollin' out the J-U-N-G-L-E.
with the Jbeez, yeah, that's what we call it.
A so phat, you need a u-haul to haul it.
A Diff made a kick and we rung up Bam,
we "Can you kick it?" Yo, dawg, I got the ticket.
The super rocket, he to expand on the topic,
Let the law decide, let 'em lay down the wise guys.
Never shooting it the tape is paridise,
Live, the Bhudda, and the Bronx is my native land.
love, Got the way the G ta A demand,
now we take it back to G and Baby Bam!

It 1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 3,
My name is Will-I-Am, with the JBeez.
It 1 to the 2 to the 2 to the 3
My name is apl.de.ap from the Eyed Peas.
It 1 to the 2 to the 2 to the 3,
oh this is and we comin' lyrically.
It 1 to the 2 to the 2 to the 3,
Now we the Eyed Peas down with the JBeez.
It goes... 1, 2, 3
We with the Jbeez
It goes... 1, 2, 3
We with the Jbeez
It goes... 1, 2, 3
We down the Jbeez
It 1 to the 2 to the 2 to the 3
Now we the Black Peas down with the JBeez

As we flow, you will know, combination together,
then grows, through soul, let it blow
boom, shock-a. Let me a bit,
so I can equiped,
just makin' sure my propelled with another hit.
Another hit, the whiz, goin' down,
goes 1 to the 2 to the 3, surround sound,
you with the new sound,
JBeez in the piece heavy through your town.
So give the bigger brother a bigger pound,
cause ours is intimidating as it sound.
Why don't you give a bigger brother a bigger pound,
ours is intimidating as it really sound.
You light, and we be...
heavy heavy, heavy heavy, heh-heh, uh heavy
A lot of comin' light, but we be,
heavy heavy, heavy, heh-heh, uh heavy heavy

Do rhyme, baby, do that rhyme...
You like rhyme? we gonna do that rhyme, yo...
it ya'll..

on the check-in,
the ground tone's
the DJ is
the jams that you beckon.
Forehead full of and
each will make you wetin'
up your guts
and is how we flexin'.
Brighten up the with the ufunk sound.
Music, my brothers, makes the go round.
Keep the by the kilos, beats by the pound.
Keep your eyes open, it's about to go down.

to all by the hip hop cut.
The upper for your downer, pull you out of rut.
It's perfectly amazing, up the stats.
Now you beat that with a baseball bat.
This the type of joint bum rush format,
kiss your girl, your cat.
And out the back the cash and the tapes,
fresh jungle to make you go ape

Boom, got demo. Hit you the ammo.
out this joint with the funky piano,
and keep your noddin' to the funky beat,
listen to the rhythm, so unique.
You wanna test my style, but come on and it.
Say you're rock? Let me see you sling it.
Now I say butta, you say fat,
I say hip hop, you say rap,
Butta, fat, hip hop, rap,
Now we got it goin' on just that!
on...

1 to the 2 to the 2 to the 3
My name is Baby Bam, down the JBeez
1 to the 2 to the 2 to the 3
My name is Mike G, with the JBeez
1 to the 2 to the 2 to the 3
My name is AG, with the JBeez
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My name is Sense down with the JBeez
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 3,
My is Will-I-Am, down with the JBeez,
it 1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 3,
My name is apl.de.ap, with the JBeez,
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 3,
Oh this is Taboo, with the JBeez
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 3,
Now we the Eyed Peas, down with the JBeez

down the JBeez (repeat...)