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 this mutha out!

Ah yes yes y'all, I got the for the flavor
Of a beat y'all, I stand gets raw like beef y'all
I moo moo a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two
Cause I check it, just lend me your ear
For a second, cause I'm wreckin cold black-n-deckin
Hold on the cause the force is like dark
If you can't then stay out the park
And my preachers don't ya then hop off the ark
Are you hip? do you 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 ain't no to jam on it, jam onnn it! (you don't stop)

The debonair mc, in the to be
Came to the b-boys and the young ladies
Gonna rhyme on the all night long
So the party won't stop until the break of
It's like that y'all, it's this y'all
When I play b-boy miss y'all
Some wear all that 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 just don't
If you're sparkin with clean underwear
Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! yeahh!
Ohhh yeahhh! and ya stop
Yo, back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop
and forth, forth and back
I'm the streets now I'm a straight mack
is black (what? ) hair is brown (what? )
Eyes are red, you know that I can get
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, west coast is on
We don't need no 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 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 and I bust 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 yeah
Yeah, please, check it out
So stomp your feet, and clap hand
While the dj is on the dj stand
On the turntable, one and two
We got the grand incredible 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 check it out it out y'all
Check it out check it out check it out
Party over here! over there!
Party right here! right there!
Party there! there's a party in the trunk