Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Everybody (Get Up)

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Ok, y'all, is it now bust it
The mic will sing as I touch it
Do this and easy like
So we might get in here tonight
Be nice, relax, MC's further
If you ain't with that, I'm-a to attack you with a bad rap
can smack the smile off your face Jack
So don't start no
Givin' a little bit of and soul
As we do it to you in earhole
Huh, I going out like a sucker
And if you so, boy, then pucker up
And kiss the of this lyricist
Blow on the mic and a wish
groove is set to soothe and move you
Party now it's time to

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

Spinderella my DJ's a turntable
My partner she's a power booster
Word to life, I swear, she'll ya
Don't take my word, introduce her
I need no introduction, I just bust in
Grab a microphone and start dustin'
lyricists can never deal with this
Swift-lipped vocalists either and if
I was a mute, I'd knock boots
Put up your dukes, troop, and I'm-a play ya like a
To show you all on me you sleep on
Spinderella, please some beats on
crowd, pump it up loud
a scratch, OK now
It's for hell to be raised
As I some lyrics on the beats Hurb made
Salt's at my side with a
A little I just had some
I say, the girl don't play
Gonna skip on Judgement Day
So don't sit there like a poo-putt stupid
The record's called "Get Up", I you better do it

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

Salty that's me on MCs
I'm not gonna waste your time on the strength, be
Def, dumb, dope, completely
You didn't know? Yeah, right, on now
Oh, I'm supposed to believe
Are glad is makin' G's?
Save crap, I got my public to rap to
to play me out, I ought to slap you, punk
For disrespectful
I grip the microphone like a terrier
Yes, but I'm
Under a ton of rhymes bury ya
Hyped like a poet, on the mic I'll it
Do-re-mi ti-do it
Jazz, rhythm, blues, soul, pop, rock 'n roll, hip-hop
Lovers, are my brothers and
All in all over ten billion
Lend me your ear you want to hear
The hypest and ripest of the year