Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The B - Boy

Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the
yeah!
Is eighty eight in the (it's the master, the master)
yeah!
So in the house? (pharcyde's in the house)
So get on up
And turn this out!

Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the
Of a beat y'all, I stand tall raw like beef y'all
I moo moo a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two
Cause I check it, baby lend me your ear
For a second, I'm wreckin eardrums cold black-n-deckin
Hold on the horse the force is like dark
If you can't slide then out the park
And my preachers don't ya then hop off the ark
Are you do you need another tip, cause that's
Just like a talk light, in the tip
onnn it! shake your shit, if you want it
Show no shame, hey malik God damn get your and hang
It no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (you don't stop)

The mc, in the place to be
Came to the b-boys and the young ladies
Gonna on the microphone all night long
So the party won't stop until the of dawn
It's like that y'all, it's this y'all
When I play b-boy miss y'all
Some people wear all fila gear
Gonna rock this party out the
Say hoooo! hoooooo!
Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you stop
your hands in the air
And wave em like you don't care
If you're blunts with clean underwear
say, ohh yeahhhh! ohhh yeahh!
Ohhh yeahhh! and ya don't
Yo, cause back in I was doin the wop
and forth, forth and back
I'm from the streets now I'm a mack
Skin is (what? ) hair is brown (what? )
are red, you know that I can get down
When I get up on the mic, I kick the to life
Because I'm fresh, and I'm def

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh!
West coast, west coast, coast is on fire
We need no water let the motherfucker burn
motherfucker, burn!!

Check it out, well my name is and I'd like to say
That I'm a def rapper comin straight from l.a.
Fly tan brown skin before you're three old
And all the love me cause I'm pigeon-toed
I in the party and I bust my move
rock the mic with the hip-hop groove
Sucker mc try to my bluff
You better beware, cause I'm just too y'all
Please please y'all, please please it out
Y'all, yeah yeah
Yeah, please, check it out
So stomp feet, and clap your hand
While the dj is on the dj stand
On the turntable, one and two
We got the incredible cuttin just for you
this...
this...
this...
Do that shit, do shit, do it!

All my rhymes are hard as
I am the one and I
You sail, you will fail
I am the doctor... ohh yeah,

Please please, what, please check it out, y'all
Y'all y'all please y'all y'all, please it out
Check it out check it out check it out
Check it out it out check it out y'all
Party over here! over there!
Party right here! party there!
Party over there! a party in the trunk