Luyện nghe bài hát Uh Oh

[Intro: Grae]
is great
Good for you! Okay, get out of the way
Ehehe,
Excuse me, me

[Jean
Been a long time (yes) shouldn't left you
a dope beat to step to
Say - uhh, have left you
without a dope to step to, sayin
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) C'mon, the is back
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Yeah, y'know you of that
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Ohh! Uh, you know the is back
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Yes, I know you of that

Psychopath, a tricycle in a biker's club
Mike Tyson face tatted addict, like it
Hey scatterbrain, don't get grey matter punched up
'til you hunched, talk-talkin like you punch
One love - two maybe if I'm enough
Naked three, painted ladies do the bump and grub
Mean muggin - the Heebs call meshugenah
her in the Catskills like "Look at her rap skills!"
He's a backpack, a nerd in the rat pack
Martine de Begerac, you heard of her murder rap
I rap, you learn it, confirm it and burn its audio
Music for your convertible, for burnin cardio!
Don't use it for burners - they'll me in your stereo
and blame me for the sock me up and get me carried off
I know I said befo' - murder murder, FUCK IT murder
Make it fo', a learning curve
Mine is so high you get vertigo, girl a-fern to blow
superlative, blindfolded learn to drive
at up on a girder bridge, heard a "NO!"
Talib dirty nervousness, yes the boys are
Oh yes the boys in black, the boy's a {motherfuckin} rap
Teeny rock star, minus the f'real and all the cop
Rocks off, lock bars with the realest (hach-too) in the
Really y'all should get on your knees and just for forgiveness sayin

Jean Grae]
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said the is back
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Uh oh, you heard of
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I said the word is
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Uh oh you heard of ohh
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I uh oh
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Oh yeah you of that ohh
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I uh oh
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Oh yeah you heard of that,

Kweli]
I'm a, man of God who asked the for some face time
It's shade time you never see him comin cause you fake,
The mainline, are wavin flags like K'Naan
The Crips gang signs, the Beast in the street
to keep like a canine, and low like the bassline
Jean and Kwe' think alike like minds
The crown is on my head, what makes you think you can take mine?
They know they'll never win but still racist like a hate crime
Runnin like Tyra in (Higher Learning)
We bleeding so we keepin the fire burnin
We speedin like Valvoline and we speak fo' a higher
You believe in magazines that deliver sermons
Give me some Vasoline cause shit is dryer than deserts
You never fired a weapon in life! So
yourself as a gangster the only way that you shootin
My intelligent design is a of evolution
Psychotic, erotic, catch phrases just to, get at your
Create for a digital world
So baby even when I'm spittin I'm addin on
Rappers goin pure for the dope, I got an acronym for Capricorn
{?} And Prepared, Rigorous,
Captivatin, Ordinary, Regular, Nigga
throwin daily your chick goin yo
her like Chelsea Lately
Rockin the kicks like you felt her baby
We'll wait until you done whack
We got every hand up the front to the back
If you wonderin why you just dressin in rap
You need attention dog, there no more, money in rap
So if you're mixin with GarageBand, videos on the cam
I'm a big fan - you got (Hart) than (Bret - The Hitman)
But shit damn, it's the pinnacle, it no better
I'm boastin, but stay humble
spinnin, I'm always coastin

[Chorus - first half with ad

[Jean
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I uh oh
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Oh the word is back
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) The is back
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) the word is back

[fades "Yes, the word is back..."]