Luyện nghe bài hát Step to The Rear

we go
(Okay everybody, up to this)
(Sing my song, up to this)
(Sing my song, up to this)
(Sing my song, up to this)

Yo Stud, it
Step to the rear, Pu is on arrival
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called
Runnin' round town givin' all the girls snacks
I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might a cardiac

Figured the way to get paid is to the mic, rehearse, ya know
as Jermaine so honey, don't take it personal
There's no need to try to diss the
Baby, all you get is two up and the finger

The bob-a-loo bad boy, a to the paranoid
You try to step to this? void
A new hit the Grand Man with nights like the Sandman
Gain for awake in case I stomp a head out

Busted is a trick not up my sleeve
It's possessed with finesse and it works when I
Paid in the shade an A, that's the grade
With the papers that I made from trade

So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the
If you cash in on the wins
Grand and I love to hit skins
(And you what?)

(I've got a to sing, oh, bay, bay)
(I've got a to sing, here we go)
(I've got a to sing, oh, bay, bay)
(I've got a to sing)

me now
(Okay everybody, everybody)
(Okay everybody, everybody)
(Okay everybody, everybody)

Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, a 40 in the cooler
She don't know me, Money Grip, you school 'er
Before I have to play her is a way
And catch a quick stay at the Holiday

Now forecast as I won't be playin' with the dreads
Ballin's my hobby, doin' in the bed
From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to
bunk beds, I know how to work the leg

If Pu ain't the answer then you must be sick as
Smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably
So come take a dip with your Dancer'
Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me

But I'm long, I'm like Armstrong
I go on and on, and on, and on
Never in a scandal and I'm caught schemin'
Pu was dope ever since I was semen

Swimmin' in my daddy's big
But now I'm girls with the big ole butts
Arise to for the Max-well

Ask well, hell, it don't matter
ain't game for the shit chit-chatter
Puba's in town, oh shit, let's
You can hide that ass, but it just don't

The 90s is here, Pu is on a
Huns that I've done always seem to out
But hon wake that ass up ain't the place to crash out
You try to play me? I have to throw ass out

and hoes, good riddance
'Cause when Pu comes out, be no skiddin'
I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the shop
Tell I'm the size, let a wolf on top

and reel and soul to soul
Honey, heel to and toe to toe
It really make a diff, I'm not the type to riff
I might smoke a spliff, but I sniff

And ya stop
(Okay everybody)
Now I'm-a end it like
I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a
Caught her on looker, know where I her

To the stay, around my way,
And like say, "It was the perfect way"
I caught a verse the Christian
And it goes, "Praise the Lord"
Skins up on a wharf for when I'm bored

From Na-ru, I'm in the right
And if you the way that this flows, well, that's cool
See this is no illusion, the is too confusin'
If you try to bite, then you're for a bruisin'

Back up, sonny and let me my money
Then I'm straight, I got a at 8
So see you later, time to motivate
Yeah, now it

I'd like to a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers
Lord Jamar, God Allah, Derrick X on the and Alamo
And we gonna give a shout to the who pumped this
And say, yo, peace