Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

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

Dude, what you got on my forty
One two, likwid, likwid,
you think motherfucker?
Course I do - came
it up, uhh, uhh

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

Verse tash

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

2x

Verse two:

Who the hell let the dog out the
Ready or not, here I to set it straight
Cause it's a thin line between and hate
So mc's bow down and prepare to your fate
these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes
They wanna backstab and my rhymes
But I keep a pack (skin tight) you wanna pen
Just give in, cause you know never win, right?
It ain't no in the midnight hour
A day shower couldn't wash away my soul power
(stop look and listen) that's the way of the
I turn to girls, lions to squirrels
Is it my imagination, or is my generation
by gunplay, and incarceration
Peace to the departed, I get it like a-b
C, it nothin like the real thing baby
I'm takin it to the streets, but this version's much
(I'm searching for mary jane, man have you seen )
Yeah, I love on a two way street
Now I'm bout to roll her up in between 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 niggaz gotta gush me
So dark you overlook 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 already got 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 prime time thriller
Superstar guerilla, still i
To this day drink olde english cannot stand
A hip-hop berzerker
At the surface yeah, you got the to be nervous
Originality you
So take that move back a heart attack
Get your up off the wall

4x with variations

Female: (imitating vocal from nobody the biz)

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