Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

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

Dude, what you got on my 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 up off the wall "get with it"
[keith 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 with
So I did was took a poll like clinton versus dole
(cause the rappers swingin be out of control)
And the more girls I asked, the I heard em say
They said they want it raw, nigga stay away
Good choice, 'cause rico be losin his voice and no...
[activator spraying sound] to my hair look moist
Just a sack of palm dale that I got dontrell
'cause this is how I do it but it montell
It's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap
That be dissin niggaz in suits and eyeliner
look at how you dress, you think you lookin fresh
In your leather vest, wrapped around puny bird chest
Keep freezin, while I keep easin down the
Cause tash'll scoop your girl no matter y'all niggaz sold
Gold, or plat
Catashtrophe'll have your girl butt-naked flat (which way is that)
Horizontal, while I'm all up in it
To the rap jams, you know, 99 beats a minute
Party shit! the r&b niggaz try to
That's why they call mc's to make remixes hype
But I'm the type of cat to come to show and boo ya
Black ya, blue ya, then my tape to ya

2x

Verse j-ro

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

Verse keith murray

I be tight like fish pussy, so funky gotta gush me
So dark you overlook me
bottles of beer on the wall
I call up tha liks and we em all
or small, you drink, forget it
You ask who is it? I got your bitch digit
the permanent chiller, occasional iller
Lyrical cap pealer, stealer
Savage nigga chiller, microphone
Skill dealer, thriller, I'll break in manila
One of a kind time rhyme thriller
Superstar guerilla, still i
To this day drink olde english cannot miller
A real hip-hop
At the yeah, you got the right to be nervous
you lack
So take that move back a heart attack
Get your up off the wall

4x with variations

Female: (imitating vocal nobody beats the biz)

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