Luyện nghe bài hát Uh Oh

[Intro: Jean
That is
for you! Okay, get out of the way though
Ehehe,
Excuse me, me

Grae]
Been a long time (yes) have left you
Without a dope to step to
Say - uhh, have left you
without a beat 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 heard of

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

Kweli]
I'm a, man of God who the Devil for some face time
It's shade you never see him comin cause you fake, blind
The mainline, Bloods are wavin flags like
The Crips throwin gang signs, the in the street
there to like a canine, and low like the bassline
Jean and Kwe' think like great minds
The crown is on my head, what makes you that you can take mine?
They know they'll never win but they racist like a hate crime
Runnin like Tyra in (Higher Learning)
We bleeding gasoline so we the fire burnin
We speedin like Valvoline and we speak fo' a purpose
You believe in that deliver entire sermons
Give me Vasoline cause your shit is dryer than deserts
You fired a weapon in your life! So
picturin yourself as a the only way that you shootin
My intelligent is a product of evolution
Psychotic, erotic, catch phrases just to, get at your
Create solutions for a world
So even when I'm spittin game I'm addin on
goin hard pure for the dope, I got an acronym for Capricorn
{?} And Prepared, Rigorous,
Captivatin, Ordinary, Regular, Nigga
throwin daily chick goin crazy yo
her like Chelsea Lately
Rockin the fresh kicks you felt her baby
We'll wait until you bein whack
We got every hand up from the front to the
If you why you just dressin funny in rap
You need attention dog, ain't no more, money in rap
So if you're mixin GarageBand, videos on the Flip cam
I'm a big fan - you got (Hart) than (Bret - The Hitman)
But shit damn, the pinnacle, it gets no better
I'm boastin, but still humble
Never spinnin, I'm always

[Chorus - first half with ad

Grae]
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I uh oh
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Oh yeah the is back
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) The word is
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) the word is back

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