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,
you think motherfucker?
Course I do - down
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 your up off the wall "get with it"
murray] and you can get it, get it, get it, yeah

Verse one:

I heard niggaz know who scoops the most hoes
The r&b or the niggaz with flows
So what I did was took a poll like clinton dole
(cause the flames rappers be out of control)
And the more girls I asked, the more I em say
They said they want it raw, silky nigga stay
Good choice, 'cause rico don't be his voice and no...
[activator spraying sound] to make my hair look
Just a sack of dale that I got from dontrell
'cause is how I do it but it ain't montell
It's the knight in rusty armor, hardcore rap
be dissin silky niggaz in suits and eyeliner
'cause look at how you dress, you think you fresh
In your leather vest, wrapped around your puny bird
Keep freezin, while I easin down the road
Cause tash'll scoop your girl no what y'all niggaz sold
Gold, or double
Catashtrophe'll have your girl butt-naked layin (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 to make they remixes hype
But I'm the type of cat to to your show and boo ya
Black ya, ya, then throw my tape to ya

2x

Verse j-ro

Who the let the dog out the gate?
Ready or not, here I come to set it
Cause it's a thin line between love and
So mc's bow and prepare to meet your fate
these (smilin faces) smilin faces sometimes
They wanna backstab and my rhymes
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 shower couldn't wash away my soul
(stop and listen) that's the way of the world
I turn cowboys to girls, to squirrels
Is it just my imagination, or is my
by gunplay, and incarceration
Peace to the departed, I get it like a-b
C, it ain't nothin like the real thing
I'm takin it to the streets, but this version's cleaner
(I'm searching for jane, man have you seen her? )
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: murray

I be tight like fish pussy, so niggaz gotta gush me
So dark you can't 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 already got bitch digit
It's the chiller, occasional iller
Lyrical cap pealer, hype
Savage nigga chiller, microphone
Skill dealer, stadium thriller, I'll break in
One of a prime time rhyme thriller
Superstar 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 move back catch a heart attack
Get your back up off the

Chorus 4x with

(imitating vocal from nobody beats the biz)

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