Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

[keith you can get it, get it, get it, get it

Dude, you got on my forty homey?
One two, likwid, likwid,
What you think
I do - came down
it up, uhh, uhh

Get your up off the wall "get with it"
murray] and you can get it, get it, get it, get it
Get your back up off the "get with it"
murray] and you can get it, get it, get it, yeah

Verse one:

I heard niggaz wanna know who scoops the hoes
The r&b singers or the niggaz flows
So what I did was took a poll clinton versus dole
(cause the flames swingin be out of control)
And the more I asked, the more I heard em say
They they want it raw, silky nigga stay away
Good choice, rico don't be losin his voice and no...
spraying sound] to make my hair look moist
Just a sack of palm that I got from dontrell
'cause this is how I do it but it ain't
It's the knight in rusty armor, rap designer
That be dissin silky in suits and eyeliner
'cause look at how you dress, you think you lookin
In leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird chest
freezin, while I keep easin down the road
Cause tash'll scoop girl no matter what y'all niggaz sold
Gold, or double
Catashtrophe'll have your butt-naked layin flat (which way is that)
Horizontal, while I'm all up in it
To the rap jams, you know, that 99 a minute
shit! the r&b niggaz try to swipe
That's why they call mc's to make they remixes
But I'm the type of cat to come to show and boo ya
Black ya, blue ya, then throw my to ya

2x

Verse j-ro

Who the hell let the dog out the
Ready or not, here I to set it straight
it's a thin line between love and hate
So mc's bow and prepare to meet your fate
Cause these (smilin faces) smilin faces
They wanna backstab and bite my
But I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen
give in, cause you know you'll never win, right?
It ain't no sunshine in the hour
A three day couldn't wash away my soul power
(stop and listen) that's the way of the world
I turn cowboys to girls, to squirrels
Is it my imagination, or is my generation
by gunplay, and incarceration
Peace to the departed, I get it started a-b
C, it ain't nothin like the real baby
I'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much
(I'm searching for mary jane, man you seen her? )
Yeah, I love on a two way street
Now I'm bout to roll her up in these sheets (say what)
This is my message to mc's to make em
Signed, sealed,

Verse three: keith

I be tight like fish pussy, so funky niggaz gush me
So dark you can't me
Ninety-nine bottles of on the wall
I up tha liks and we drunk em all
or small, you drink, forget it
You ask who is it? I got your bitch digit
It's the chiller, occasional iller
Lyrical cap pealer, stealer
Savage chiller, microphone fuhreala
Skill dealer, stadium thriller, break in manila
One of a kind prime time rhyme
status guerilla, still i
To this day olde english cannot stand miller
A real hip-hop
At the surface yeah, you got the right to be
Originality you
So take that move back catch a attack
Get back up off the wall

Chorus 4x with

Female: (imitating vocal from nobody the biz)

Nobody tha liks (4x)
You know nobody can tha liks
I know nobody can tha liks
We you on and on
Nobody beats tha