Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Everybody

Hướng dẫn luyện nghe

Bạn hãy nghe bài hát và điền từ còn thiếu vào các ô trống.
Sau khi điền hết, bạn nhấn nút gửi bài ở phía dưới để được chấm điểm.
Với những câu trả lời sai, bạn hãy rê chuột lên ô nhập để xem đáp án đúng.
Nếu bạn muốn luyện nghe lại với các ô trống khác thì click vào link "Làm lại bài điền từ khác" ở cuối bài.

Bắt đầu làm bài nào

Ok, y'all, is it now bust it
The mic will sing soon as I it
Do smooth and easy like
So we might get hyped in here
Be nice, relax, further back
If you ain't with that, I'm-a have to attack you a bad rap
can smack the smile off your face Jack
So start no crap
Givin' a little bit of heart and
As we do it to you in your
Huh, I ain't going out like a
And if you think so, boy, then up
And kiss the butt of lyricist
Blow on the mic and a wish
groove is set to soothe and move you
Party people now it's to

Get up
I think the sound will you (get up)
up, I swear you got to (get up)
get up
Get up
get up
Get up
get up

Spinderella my a turntable trooper
My partner she's a power booster
to life, I swear, she'll seduce ya
Don't my word, I'll introduce her
I don't need no introduction, I bust in
Grab a microphone and start dustin'
So-called lyricists can deal with this
vocalists either and also if
I was a mute, I'd knock boots
Put up your dukes, troop, and I'm-a ya like a flute
To show you all on me you sleep on
Spinderella, please some beats on
This crowd, pump it up
a scratch, OK now
It's for hell to be raised
As I kick some lyrics on the beats made
at my side with a shotgun
A little action? I just had
Wicked I say, the don't play
Gonna town on Judgement Day
So just sit there like a poo-putt stupid
The record's "Get Up", I think you better do it

Get up
get up
Get up
get up
Get up
get up

Salty me flippin' on MCs
I'm not gonna waste time on the strength, I'll be
Def, dumb, dope, completely
You didn't know? Yeah, right, on now
Oh, I'm to believe E-M-C-E-E's
Are glad Salt is G's?
Save crap, I got my public to rap to
Tried to me out, I ought to slap you, punk
For disrespectful
I grip the like a pitbull terrier
Yes, but I'm
Under a ton of I'll bury ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic I'll it
fa-so-la ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, 'n roll, even hip-hop
Lovers, are my brothers and
All in all ten billion listeners
me your ear when you want to hear
The hypest and ripest of the year