Luyện nghe bài hát Jam On It

To all my in the back jam on it
To all my in the front jam on it
To all my on the side jam on it
So jam on it, say

The sweet old my speech radiates
I grab the mic my voice and penetrates
I make the B boy
A buck-fifty still like a heavyweight

Me and the lounge about to
You believe, let me demonstrate
The way we make cats

Well up you got to stop the tape
You got to prove you can the bricks
Me and my man going to
The whole way you operate, cooperate

And what's name?
(Mos Def)
And you from?
(Brooklyn)
And how you
(Very well, well)
Damn you had to say it
(That's right)
So you
(Damn right)

I rock the all night, all night
So why you over here with me?
Trying to you position to me?
(Some cats equiped to MC)
But you can see I'm G

The universal
I rock the party
the Brooklyn but centered to
And I do it so

you got to give it to me
Like Rick James, I kick game and spit
Burning rappers all up out their
We get into this

From Brownsville all the way to Brisbean
(Damn brother's flow is insane)
That's what I've been to explain
Got no to play games

it coming like the next train
Make the party people
they hear my name
go Mos Def

Oh, yes my is so fresh
to win any MC contest
Old school like the fresh dress
You you assets to get my cassette

Now that's fresh, the red hook
a cop jealous swell like abscess
I'm shoutin' up to Medina and the rest
'Bout to drop it on your a high on the press

I said, in the front, jam on it
To all my in the back, jam on it
To all my on the side, jam on it
Jam on it, ha ha, ha ha

To all my in the front, jam on it
To all my in the back, jam on it
To all my on the side, jam on it
So jam on it, ha ha, ha ha

You see my name is Mos Def and my style will pest
Brown body-rocking MC
I got the zodiac and you know it's never whack
Sagitarius

You see it's me and lyricist and getting serious
About to make hit
I tell your homeboy 'cuz his style
Ain't ill but it's up counterfeit

You see I'm or bent or sweet
Then bullet and I'm on the set
All the hip-hop just raise they hands
Because the one and only Mos Def

You see I come the party in a
B-boy stance I the mic so viciously
So all the B-boys and real B-girls
know others better than me

I said hey Mos Def you can't the show
You the only MC out here with flow
I'm the and I'm letting you know
I get on the mic and go toe to toe

Well cool young brother and just you roll
'Cuz arm's too shook to have mic control
See I get on the mic and jump off your
You best get out my face and stay in a child's

See I get on the mic I know I can
And I'm fresher you because I know I am
So I jump on the stage you better step back
Because your name is Mos Def but your Mos Whack

Uh up little brother you ain't grown
The sun is going down, you to take you butt home
And come outside with whack freestylin'
You should have kept it in the house like Galler

When I grab the microphone, people my name
This ain't no Sesame Street, this is a grown lane
See you best heed my and listen up
Or I'm a tell momma to whip your butt

Well you ain't my and I'm letting you know
That you can't tell me when it's to go
See I get on the mic and you what it's about
'Cuz even my momma said you out

if you didn't know baby boy I'ma tell ya
You need to learn to respect elders
But since you and you think you got skill
get on the mic and show you're real

Well I'm the devastatin' never
Always keep your shakin'
rockin' never stoppin'
Keep body always jockin'

Rock the beat, shock the
it's time to stop the beat
Steady moving show
Keep the party keep on

hey young blood, that was fresh
You just got one on your MC test
You got a body-rocking set you see
You need to up your bags and get down with me

So jam on it, so jam on it
I jam j-jam j-jam on it
I were rocking to the bright early morning
I jam j-jam j-jam on it

This is the one to inside the jam
And make you get up and do that dance
This is the one to keep the jam
And you get up and just clap your hands

New you got to jam on it
And got to jam on it
And BK you got to jam on it
Got to jam on it, you got to jam on it

And you got to jam on it
And you got to jam on it
Got to jam on it
Got to jam on it, got to jam on it

got to jam on it
And 'cuz they got to jam on it
And St. got to jam on it
Got to jam on it, got to jam on it

The whole you got to jam on it
And Brooklyn, yes, we got to jam on it
The lyricist to make you jam on it
you jam on it, make you jam on it