Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The B - Boy

Yo yo yo yo, is in the house?
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 y'all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y'all
I moo moo a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two
Cause I check it, baby just lend me ear
For a second, cause I'm 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 know ya then hop off the ark
Are you hip? do you need another tip, that's
Just like a light, in the asscrack tip
Jump onnn it! your shit, if you want it
Show no shame, hey malik God damn get your and hang
It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam it! (you don't stop)

The mc, in the place to be
to rock the b-boys and the young ladies
Gonna rhyme on the all night long
So the party won't stop until the of dawn
It's like that y'all, it's like this
When I play b-boy don't miss
Some wear all that fila gear
Gonna rock this out the atmosphere
Say hoooo! hoooooo!
Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you stop
Throw hands in the air
And wave em you just don't care
If sparkin blunts with clean underwear
say, ohh yeahhhh! ohhh yeahh!
Ohhh yeahhh! and ya stop
Yo, back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop
Back and forth, and back
I'm the streets now I'm a straight mack
Skin is black (what? ) hair is (what? )
Eyes are red, you know 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, west coast is on
We need no water let the motherfucker burn
motherfucker, burn!!

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

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

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