Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The B - Boy

Yo yo yo yo, is in the house?
yeah!
Is eighty eight in the (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 fever for the
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 lend me ear
For a second, I'm wreckin eardrums cold black-n-deckin
Hold on the horse the force is like dark
If you can't slide then out the park
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
Jump onnn it! your shit, if you want it
no shame, hey malik God damn 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
to rock the b-boys and the young ladies
Gonna on the microphone all night long
So the won't stop until the break of dawn
It's like that y'all, like this y'all
When I play don't miss y'all
Some wear all that fila gear
Gonna this party out the atmosphere
Say hoooo! hoooooo!
Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you stop
your hands in the air
And wave em like you just care
If you're sparkin blunts with underwear
say, ohh yeahhhh! ohhh yeahh!
Ohhh yeahhh! and ya stop
Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was the wop
Back and forth, and back
I'm from the streets now I'm a mack
Skin is black (what? ) hair is (what? )
Eyes are red, you know I can get down
When I get up on the mic, I kick the 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 burn
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 you're three old
And all the love me cause I'm pigeon-toed
I step in the party and I bust my
Cold rock the mic the hip-hop groove
Sucker mc try to my bluff
You better beware, cause I'm just too tough
please y'all, please please check it out
Y'all, yeah yeah
Yeah, please, please it out
So stomp your feet, and clap 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 shit, do that shit, do it!

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

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