Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The B - Boy

Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the
yeah!
Is eight in the house? (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 for the flavor
Of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like beef
I moo moo a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two
Cause I it, baby just lend me your ear
For a second, cause I'm wreckin eardrums black-n-deckin
Hold on the horse the force is like dark
If you can't then stay out the park
And my don't know ya then hop off the ark
Are you do you need another tip, cause that's
Just like a talk light, in the tip
Jump it! shake your shit, if you want it
no shame, hey malik God damn get your arrow 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 rock the b-boys and the ladies
Gonna on the microphone all night long
So the party stop until the break of dawn
It's like that y'all, it's like this
When I b-boy don't miss y'all
Some people wear all fila gear
Gonna this party out the atmosphere
Say hoooo! hoooooo!
Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don't
your hands in the air
And wave em like you just don't
If you're sparkin blunts with underwear
say, ohh yeahhhh! ohhh yeahh!
Ohhh yeahhh! and ya stop
Yo, back in eighty-nine 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? )
Eyes are red, you know I can get down
When I get up on the mic, I kick the to life
I'm fresh, and I'm def tonight

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh!
West coast, west coast, coast is on fire
We don't need no water let the burn
motherfucker, burn!!

Check it out, well my name is and I'd like to say
That I'm a super def rapper straight from l.a.
Fly tan brown before you're three years old
And all the ladies love me I'm pigeon-toed
I step in the party and I bust my
Cold rock the mic with the groove
Sucker mc try to my bluff
You better beware, I'm just too tough y'all
Please please y'all, please please it out
Y'all, yeah y'all
Yeah, please, check 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 cuttin just for you
this...
this...
this...
Do shit, do that shit, do it!

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

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