Luyện nghe bài hát Play On (Grand Central)

[Rae &
You know how we be reckoning white labels
Once
Live on Central
Next stop - Grand

G]
Yo!
Phone's ringin', where's the action, time to get on
I got your message I'm about to go page
Grand Central, time to blow some mentals, the essentials
Build enough credentials, essentials
I make timbo's shine the face on a dime
Make you freak, electric boogie, whap,
Jump back kiss myself and still myself in time
Check the brotha the you're seein' just stays on mind
We got the fundamental
To make you feel the
You recognize the jungle and screaming "Oh my goodness!"
The to keep the party lively
It's no trouble or who you call, yo
The JB's - like cool breeze on a
Ain't gotta say no more we let the 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
tha tack, you tell the DJ let the record play on

Play on, play on, play off, play on - uh
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 I'ma do it one
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh it out, hah

They me Afrika, I fit the script bone you with the Statula
I back at ya with more juice than Dracula attackin' ya
Lyrical is a habit
Makin' the bounce like a Bugs Bunny rabbit [Make 'em bounce baby!]
Take you behind my bush, spill it on belly
Keepin' on the down-low just like R.
Unload my clip with the JB
Tou know that baby damn like they drop their 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 time, eighteen years young
But it was the trade that made your money give me
Yeah, play on & play on & play on & play on Grand Central up!]

Uh do you me to flow?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
I'll sing funky rhyme?
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Uh do you wanna feel the
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Uh do you me to flow?
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 when I the jungle touch
Made a platina rust, made a build-up in trust
And the sound boy came, we came around and we crushed
We set the scoops up nice and that we want to miss
And then we tapped them with the horns never came off their crib
The rhyme reck'ning grows as the gets phrased
It's just scene the Brothers had to put bun cleans
Orchestrated by the Brothers that groove in Central
I learned to you bounce as a part of fundamentals
Every record must be sold 'cause in this job are no rentals
Let my soul die when only suck my mentals
I rock upon the mic i'm pushing hard for my mental

Yeah, yeah,
I on
I on
I on

Do you want me to
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Sing another funky
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Uh do you wanna feel the
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh
Well I'ma do it one
Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh it out, hah

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