Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The B - Boy

Yo yo yo yo, is in the house?
yeah!
Is eighty 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 mutha out!

Ah yes yes y'all, I got the for the flavor
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
I check it, baby just lend me your ear
For a second, cause I'm wreckin eardrums black-n-deckin
Hold on the horse cause the is like dark
If you can't slide then stay out the
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
to rock the b-boys and the young ladies
Gonna rhyme on the microphone all long
So the party won't stop until the of dawn
It's like that y'all, it's like y'all
When I play b-boy don't miss
Some people all that fila gear
Gonna rock this out the atmosphere
Say hoooo! hoooooo!
Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you stop
Throw your in the air
And wave em like you just care
If you're sparkin blunts with underwear
Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! yeahh!
Ohhh yeahhh! and ya don't
Yo, cause in eighty-nine I was doin the wop
Back and forth, and back
I'm from the now I'm a straight mack
is black (what? ) hair is brown (what? )
Eyes are red, you that I can get down
I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life
Because I'm fresh, and I'm def

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

Check it out, well my is jammer and I'd like to say
That I'm a super def rapper straight from l.a.
Fly tan brown skin before three years old
And all the ladies love me I'm pigeon-toed
I step in the party and I my move
Cold the mic with the hip-hop groove
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, check it out
So stomp feet, and clap your hand
the dj is spinning 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 sail, you will fail
I am the doctor... ohh yeah,

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