Luyện nghe bài hát Play On (Grand Central)

[Rae &
You know how we be white labels hard-to-get
again
Live on Grand
Next stop - Grand

G]
Yo!
Phone's ringin', where's the action, to get on blaze
Half-next I got your message I'm about to go
Grand Central, time to blow some mentals, cashing the
Build credentials, that's essentials
I make timbo's shine the face on a dime
Make you freak, electric boogie, whap,
Jump back kiss myself and keep myself in time
Check the brotha the you're seein' just on your mind
We got the usage
To make you the looseness
You the jungle and you're screaming "Oh my goodness!"
The remedy to keep the party
It's no or mystery who you call, yo
The JB's - like cool breeze on a
gotta say no more we let the vibe be your host
And let the boy roast, and like the fat rump roast
Won't you take a of this, you're on-off wagging your boast
Iit's the can't-go-wrong, it's the
It's tha tack, you tell the DJ let the play on

Play on, on, play off, play on - uh yeah
Uh do you want me to
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Sing another funky
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Uh do you feel the vibe?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Well do it one time
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh it out, hah

They call me Afrika, I fit the script you with the Statula
I comin' back at ya with juice than Dracula attackin' ya
Lyrical is a habit
Makin' the track bounce a Bugs Bunny rabbit [Make 'em bounce baby!]
Take you behind my bush, it on your belly
on the down-low just like R. Kelly
Unload my with the JB classics
Tou that baby damn like they drop their funky shit [No doubt!]
Like you, you got the flava, know you the vapours
Want koochy lick in the only sky-pager
You know me from the native time, eighteen young
But it was the that made your money give me some
Yeah, on & play on & play on & play on Grand Central [Word up!]

Uh do you want me to
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
I'll sing another rhyme?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Uh do you wanna feel the
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Uh do you want me to
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh

G]
Yo, yo, Mike G, the grand boogie, we make 'em bounce and such
I was just a young boy I learned the jungle touch
Made a platina from rust, made a build-up in
And when the sound boy came, we around and we crushed
We set the scoops up nice and that we want to miss
And we tapped them with the horns they never came off their crib
The rhyme grows as the roof gets phrased
just another scene the Brothers had to put bun cleans
Orchestrated by the Brothers that groove in Central
I to make you bounce as a part of fundamentals
Every record must be sold 'cause in this job there are no
Let my soul die when Vai-Chi's suck my mentals
When I rock the mic i'm pushing hard for my mental

Yeah, yeah,
I on
I on
I on

Do you me to flow?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Sing funky rhyme?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Uh do you wanna feel the
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Well do it one time
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh it out, hah

Uh do you want me to
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Sing funky rhyme?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Uh do you wanna feel the
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
I'ma do it one time
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh it out, hah