Luyện nghe bài hát Hey

The name is Q-Tip, enterin the middle
from the left, dead all the and the riddles
Comin the maximum gain, the octane
that's on the radio it me feel so low
It seems we gotta, brighten, the damp
I'm 64 and you Mattel Intellivision
from no mo' trey-eights, now papi weight
This joint is like a Ruger, it roar like a cougar
And we gotta, move on the
and work it out all night that's what you here for
Just chem', I fills it to the rim, your is lookin dim
Daddy shine the light on him, it's me
Leader of the Force
Guaranteed to knock your joint off course, we took the
Damn right, as Tina made Ike
We gonna put it in your all night, and all day
The Commision we dissin
Tellin citizens be straight, but like snakes hissin
I'll be if I let his song fall to the side
Goin piggybackin shit, ride, c'mon

I put it down, now what you gonna do
Hey, now, what you gonna do, with yourself, [4X]

When you hear this, recognize you hear
MC illin over b-boy dubs
Riding through the shit like
Doesn't matter if you onboard, do you get on?
Cause if you do, watch all the moves that we
Gotta do the right, ain't no time for mistake
It's the hip-hop cat that can't, fuck with
Just because he wear a doesn't, mean he straight so
you wanna swallow it down or let's take it
Disregard who fake it, yo it doesn't matter
the realm, hip-hop is to the helm
It's divine to hit the like slippery elms
So put it down man, put it on
Put it man, put it on down
Put it woman, put it on down
Put it down man, put it on
Put it down man, whatchu do
Put it down woman, gonna do
A-put it down man, whatchu do
Put it down woman, gonna do

['Hey' in background for a bit]