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

Figured the way to get paid is to the mic, rehearse, ya know
as Jermaine so honey, don't take it personal
There's no need to try to diss the
Baby, all you get is two snaps up and the

The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the
You try to step to this? void
A new hit from the Grand Man nights like the Sandman
Gain for awake in case I gotta a head out

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

So get hip to the grip, you know where to the chips
If you wanna cash in on the
Grand 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)

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

Now forecast as I be playin' soccer with the dreads
Ballin's my hobby, wonders in the bed
full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise
Even beds, I know how to work the leg

If Pu ain't the answer then you must be sick as
Smooth romancer, let it ring, probably answer
So come take a dip with '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 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 the big ole butts
Arise to respond for the

Ask well, hell, it don't matter
Puba ain't game for the chit-chatter
Puba's in town, oh shit, let's
You can hide that ass, but it 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 play me? I have to throw ass out

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

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

And ya stop
(Okay everybody)
Now end it like this
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 Monie say, "It was the perfect way"
I caught a verse from the
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 like the way that this flows, well, cool
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 my money
Then I'm straight, I got a at 8
So see you brothers later, to motivate
Yeah, now it

I'd to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers
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