Luyện nghe bài hát Square Dance Rap

[Intro -
Ha hee!, hee!
Why Mix-A-Lot cotton you freak skinnin the cats
Why don't you the beat on in here, cotton picker so I can get down
(*yelling*)
Put it up
That's the way I like it Mix-A-Lot
Hey Mix-A-Lot, picks me up cotton
me up Mix-A-Lot

Now everybody's 'bout
Everybody's rappin
- (*repeated*)

1]
Now everybody's 'bout "where's their line?"
I'm gonna bust me a brand new
down and you stomped her freak
Shake hips and act conceit
Throw your high in the air
Grab partner's derriere
Fellas in the cut, I know you must be
My boy's got them there home quippin
Now your partner, take a bow
If you can't dance, tell you how
Wave your hands and take two
Grab your and slide to the left
Get all in your partner's
Swerve to the side and show your
If your a freak let it show
And grab your partner (do, do ...)

2]
Now if you your partner's fine
Grab her where the sun shine
If you dance, then tap your toes
If your stuck up, turn up nose
Wave your hands from side to
Lean to the and take a slide
Other's DJs know no match
Just to the stage and the song's that scratched

(*scratching*)
voice - talking]
Rock me - 4X

3]
Freaks on the left and on the right
Grab your partner, him tight
Put your hands in his
Hold his rear while he your thighs
The more you dance, the I rap
The big fat beat your toes tap
Glen Campbell can't hang this
All you freaks give man a kiss (look good)

- 4X
My beats are
why I'm Swass

[Break -
box
Oh Mix-A-Lot I'm feelin it now, picker
YEEEE-HA!

4]
Now everybody on the floor your hands
Stomp to the of the one man band
Mix-A-Lot on the drum machine
The bass riff is "oh, so mean"
Mix-A-Lot a jam in his room
With a tape recorder you can bust jams too
Throw your partner across thigh
her fast, until she starts to cry
Whip her to the left, whip her to the
But don't her to hard cause her jeans are tight (look good)

Get hands off that girl, boy
Seattle
(to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the Dance Rap)
L.A.
(to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Rap)
rocks
(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Rap)
D.C.
(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Rap)
Carolina
(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Rap)
Houston, rocks
(to the sq, to the sq, to the Dance Rap)
momma rocks
(to the, to, to, to the Dance Rap)
London, rocks
(to the sq, to the sq, to the Square Rap)
To the Square Dance Rap, hot

- talking]
Hey Mix-A-Lot, what in the world is that noise cotton
Sound like Grand Ole
Hear what I say Mix-A-Lot, say sound like Ole Opry cotton picker
Now before we end filthy cut, we got a few things we have to say
To the home sprung on the hum drum beat, check out Sir Mix-A-Lot Ray
His style is fresh, so and new, he pulls so many tricks
If you him ten bucks and a brand new tape, he'll put you in the mix
A haha, hey I caught you that time, cotton picker

My beats are ... (*drums play until fade*)