Luyện nghe bài hát Flavor-Man

Yeah that's right we gon' take this all the way to the top kid
That's boy, ha ha, hit your man off
YEAH~!
Flavor Flav is back, with the hottest
kid!

[Chorus: 8X]
Flavor, Flavor, Man

[Flavor - Chorus]
What... yeah! WHAT... yeah!
What... yeah! WHOAHHHHHHHHH-HOOO!!!

Flav]
For all you who think I fell off
I'm Flavor nigga, I'm still the boss~!
Go, live, king, throw
I Uptown in the Bronx, gimme a hi-five
Yankee Stadium is I'm from
We get up beats and then we beat the drum
and raised in Freeport, Long Island
(What) We keep 'em
Freeport, get down
That's my family is found
After dark, gimme a spark
Go to Jones Beach, get on the of a shark
Have him take me to Florida
I'm the flyest nigga in Florida
Gimme the mic, over, I'm takin this shit
I'm back in control, your soul
it out - make room for daddy! (What)
Before I have to get the (what)
Beat your ass all the way back to the (what)
you do the wop
Shimmy go go pop

[Flavor - over
What... who! What... who!
What... who! What... who!
What... who! What... who!
What, who!

Flav]
I'm no moves and fakin no jax
Flavor is back on the dome relax
I push all the buttons around bitch
I'ma go get money from Bill Gates, get
So I can me a psycho-loft
So I can go with my Micro-soft
Windows is the new invention
Colorful windows to get the
(Knock knock) Flavor Flav is eatin Bill Gates
Bill, had to have a flavor
to have the highest, bank in the world
(Word up) But he stand alone
Joey Fatone, is in my
Jackie Hamilton, bill
Sittin high on Capitol Hill

[Flavor - Chorus]
What... who! What... who!
What... who! What... yeah!
What... yeah! What... yeah!
Who, yeah!!

[Flavor
knock baby!

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[Flavor - Chorus]
What... who! What... who!
What... who! What... who!

[Flavor - ad libbing]
What... knock
Knock knock, knock
Knock knock, knock
Knock knock, knock knock right at your door
Givin you more of you bargained for
Flavor - back in your face
with my kids and I'll catch a case
Y'knahmsayin, I playin
It's all in the message I'm
Right in DeVante's studio
That's where I'm sayin, right
All the way to Penn Station, Jackson Station and the
Feature your generation, yo Flavor is out
Two automatic and I'm out kid