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, Grand Pu is on
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called
Runnin' round town all the girls Puba snacks
I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might a cardiac

Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic, rehearse, ya
Smooth as Jermaine so honey, take it personal
There's no to try to diss the swinger
Baby, all you get is two snaps up and the

The bad boy, a threat to the paranoid
You try to step to It's void
A new hit from the Grand Man with nights the Sandman
Gain for awake in case I gotta a head out

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

So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the
If you wanna 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 mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler
She don't know me, Grip, you better school 'er
I have to play her is a foul way
And catch a quick short stay at the

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

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

But I'm long, I'm like Stretch
I go on and on, and on, and on
Never in a scandal and I'm never schemin'
Knew Pu was dope since I was semen

Swimmin' in my daddy's big
But now I'm girls with the big ole butts
to respond 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 ass, but it just don't matter

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

Foes and hoes, riddance
'Cause when Pu out, there'll be no skiddin'
I'll slide and see Chuck at the chop shop
Tell I'm fade the size, let a on top

Reel and reel and to soul
Honey, to heel and toe to toe
It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the 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
her on looker, know where I took her

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

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

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

I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian
Lord Jamar, God Allah, Derrick X on the and Alamo
And we gonna a shout to the SD50s who pumped this
And I'ma say, yo,