Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The B - Boy

Yo yo yo yo, is in the house?
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 mutha 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 check it, baby just me your ear
For a second, cause I'm wreckin eardrums black-n-deckin
on the horse cause the force is like dark
If you can't slide then stay out the
And my don't know ya then hop off the ark
Are you hip? do you need tip, cause that's
Just a talk light, in the asscrack tip
Jump onnn it! shake shit, if you want it
Show no shame, hey malik God get your arrow and hang
It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (you stop)

The debonair mc, in the to be
Came to rock the b-boys and the young
rhyme on the microphone all night long
So the won't stop until the break of dawn
It's that y'all, it's like this y'all
When I b-boy don't miss y'all
Some people all that fila gear
Gonna this party out the atmosphere
Say hoooo! hoooooo!
Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you stop
Throw your in the air
And wave em like you don't care
If you're sparkin with clean underwear
Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! yeahh!
yeahhh! and ya don't stop
Yo, cause 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? ) is brown (what? )
Eyes are red, you know that I can get
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 name is jammer and I'd 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 I'm pigeon-toed
I step in the party and I my move
Cold rock the mic with the groove
Sucker mc try to my bluff
You beware, cause I'm just too tough y'all
Please please y'all, please check it out
Y'all, yeah y'all
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 incredible 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 y'all please y'all y'all, please it out
Check it out check it out check it out
it out check it out check it out y'all
Party here! party over there!
right here! party right there!
Party over there! a party in the trunk