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' called survival
Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba
I try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac

the way to get paid is to grab the mic, rehearse, ya know
Smooth as Jermaine so honey, don't take it
no need 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 this? void
A new hit from the Grand Man with nights like the
for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out

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

So get hip to the grip, you know to slide the chips
If you cash in on the wins
Puba 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, keep a 40 in the
She know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er
I have to play her is a foul way
And a quick short 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
Even bunk beds, I how to work the leg

If Pu ain't the answer then you must be sick as
Smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll answer
So take a dip with your 'Private 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 never schemin'
Knew Pu was dope since I was semen

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

Ask well, hell, it don't even
Puba ain't game for the shit
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 always seem to pass out
But hon wake that ass up this the place to crash out
You try to me? I have to throw that ass out

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

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

And ya don't
(Okay everybody)
Now end it like this
I'm like Snuka, know how to hook a hooker
Caught her on looker, know I took her

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

From Na-ru, I'm in the right
And if you the way that this flows, well, that's cool
See is no illusion, the style is too confusin'
If you try to bite, then cruisin' 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 to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers
Jamar, God Allah, Derrick X on the flex and Alamo
And we give a shout to the SD50s who pumped this
And I'ma say, yo,