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

Figured the way to get paid is to the mic, rehearse, ya know
Smooth as Jermaine so honey, take it personal
There's no to try to diss 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 step to this? It's
A new hit from the Grand Man with nights like the
Gain for in case I gotta stomp a head out

Busted is a that's not up my sleeve
It's possessed with 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 where to slide the chips
If you wanna cash in on the
Grand Puba and I love to hit
(And you what?)

(I've got a to sing, oh, bay, bay)
(I've got a song to sing, 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
I have to play her is a foul way
And catch a short stay at the Holiday

Now forecast as I won't be soccer with the dreads
my hobby, doin' wonders 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 be sick as cancer
Smooth romancer, let it ring, probably answer
So come take a dip with your 'Private
Nasty, naughty, over 6' me shorty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, where I took her

To the stay, around my way,
And like say, "It was the perfect way"
I caught a verse from the
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 like the way that this flows, well, that's
See this is no illusion, the style is too
If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a

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

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