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 givin' all the girls 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, don't take it
There's no need to try to diss the
Baby, all you get is two up and the finger

The bad boy, a threat to the paranoid
You try to step to this? void
A new hit from the Grand Man with like 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 when I
Paid in the with an A, that's the grade
With the papers that I made from trade

So get hip to the grip, you where 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 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)

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

Now as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads
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 then you must be sick as cancer
romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer
So come take a dip with your 'Private
Nasty, naughty, over 6' me shorty

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 caught
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 even matter
Puba 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 always seem to pass out
But hon wake that ass up this ain't the to crash out
You try to play me? I have to that ass out

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

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

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

To the short stay, my way,
And Monie say, "It was the perfect way"
I a verse from the Christian
And it goes, "Praise the Lord"
lined 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, you're cruisin' for a bruisin'

Back up, sonny and let me make my
Then I'm straight, I got a at 8
So see you later, time to motivate
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 gonna a shout to the SD50s who pumped this
And say, yo, peace