Luyện nghe bài hát Return of The B - Boy

Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the
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 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 lend me your ear
For a second, cause I'm eardrums cold black-n-deckin
Hold on the horse cause the force is like
If you can't slide then stay out the
And my preachers don't ya then hop off the ark
Are you hip? do you need another tip, cause
like a talk light, in the asscrack tip
Jump onnn it! shake your shit, if you 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
Came to rock the b-boys and the ladies
Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night
So the won't stop until the break of dawn
It's like y'all, it's like this y'all
When I play don't miss y'all
people wear all that fila gear
Gonna rock this 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 blunts with clean underwear
Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! yeahh!
yeahhh! and ya don't stop
Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was the wop
Back and forth, and back
I'm from the 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, west coast, coast is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker
motherfucker, burn!!

Check it out, well my name is jammer and I'd to say
That I'm a def rapper comin 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
rock the mic with the hip-hop groove
Sucker mc try to my bluff
You better beware, cause I'm too tough y'all
Please please y'all, please please 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 that shit, do shit, do it!

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

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