Luyện nghe bài hát Easy Back It Up

It was 11:33, just wakin' up to
Got plans to my man at the jam tonight
Got a from Tiger Chan, he said, "Whassup Tak?"
Yo my car down, meet me at the bus stop, "What time?"

About five, I'll be ready I'm done
4:22, turn one, so you know
Threw on my shades to the rays from the sun
I stepped out the and now my day's begun

So I'm walkin' down the block, think about that girl
Knowin' I'm goin' to the club to get tipsy
If I step out of line, would she soon me
I don't know I'm and confused like a hippie

Waitin' on the corner for the four-door
Picked me up, with the switch seat
Yo, I hear the horn from these girls behind us
I turned to look and they got all obnoxious

They the face, "Can we get your autograph?"
Yo I turned back to Ryu and we to laugh
"We got a show to do tonight", that's what I yelled out the
They up on the side, with a pen and pad for info
One had pretty eyes, the buttermilk complexion
So I ran it down the line the directions, yo

Every time we got a jam to
We make sure the beat knocks, we dig up in the
Once the vibe is straight, we packin' the
It's the S.O.B., put the needle on the
Put the on the plate, put the needle on the plate

Wait back it up, hup, easy it up
Wait back it up, hup, back it up
Wait back it up, hup, easy it up

out in style, three dimensional light beams
Knight Queens and Kings swingin' hype cling
Trippin' over of Moet on my way to the dancefloor
Panthers, freakin' my folklore my bloody buddy deplore

Cunning to transform
And trap a dame in nine seconds we take aim
to battle beast, that'll cease, any attempt
In petty diss to my click

We move quick, you might not even my presence
Thirty second assassination sedation
into the club, all these thugs wanna shoot me
Because I'm well known at the spot, call me roofies

Hittin' hard when I travel through veins
And wake up in days not remeberin' thangs
The reign of the poetry prince of the Martian
Stompin', from to Boston, 'Lost in Space'

So take caution, face the facts,
talon attack, pack it up often
Audio abortion, offense
Corporate, three-headed horsemen
Shredded portions of serial murder
Course clubs and fold my armed forces

Every we got a jam to make
We make the beat knocks, we dig up in the crate
Once the is straight, we packin' the place
It's the S.O.B., put the on the plate
Put the needle on the plate, put the needle on the

Wait back it up, hup, back it up
Wait it up, hup, easy back it up
Wait back it up, hup, back it up
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