Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The B - Boy

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

Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the
Of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw 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, cause I'm wreckin cold black-n-deckin
Hold on the horse cause the force is dark
If you slide then stay out the park
And my preachers don't ya then hop off the ark
Are you hip? do you need another tip, that's
like a talk light, in the asscrack tip
Jump onnn it! shake 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 rhyme on the microphone all night
So the party won't until the break of dawn
It's that y'all, it's like this y'all
When I play don't miss y'all
Some people wear all that gear
Gonna rock party out the atmosphere
Say hoooo! hoooooo!
Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don't
Throw your in the air
And wave em you just don't care
If you're sparkin blunts with underwear
say, ohh yeahhhh! ohhh yeahh!
Ohhh yeahhh! and ya stop
Yo, cause in eighty-nine I was doin the wop
and forth, forth and back
I'm the streets now I'm a straight mack
Skin is black (what? ) is brown (what? )
Eyes are red, you know I can get down
When I get up on the mic, I the rhymes to life
I'm fresh, and I'm def tonight

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

Check it out, well my is jammer and I'd like to say
That I'm a super def rapper comin from l.a.
Fly tan brown skin before three years old
And all the ladies love me cause I'm
I step in the party and I bust my
Cold the mic with the hip-hop groove
Sucker mc try to my bluff
You better beware, cause I'm just too y'all
Please y'all, please please check it out
Y'all, yeah yeah
Yeah, please, please it out
So stomp feet, and clap your hand
While the dj is spinning on the dj
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, please check it out
Check it out it out check it out y'all
Check it out check it out it out y'all
Party here! party over there!
right here! party right there!
Party there! there's a party in the trunk