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
round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks
I wouldn't try to scale my style, you might catch a cardiac

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

The bob-a-loo bad boy, a to the paranoid
You try to to this? It's void
A new hit from the Grand Man with nights the Sandman
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 works I breathe
Paid in the shade with an A, the grade
With the papers that I made from trade

So get hip to the grip, you know where to the chips
If you wanna cash in on the
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 ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler
She don't me, Money Grip, you better school 'er
Before I have to play her is a way
And catch a short stay at the Holiday

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

If Pu ain't the answer then you must be as cancer
Smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll answer
So come 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
in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'
Knew Pu was ever since I was semen

Swimmin' in my big nuts
But now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole
to respond for the Max-well

Ask well, hell, it don't even
Puba ain't game for the 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 this ain't the place to out
You try to me? I have to throw that ass out

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

Reel and reel and soul to
Honey, to heel 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 this
I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to a hooker
her on looker, know where I took her

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

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

up, sonny and let me make 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 say, yo, peace