Luyện nghe bài hát Uh Oh

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

[Jean
a long time (yes) shouldn't have left you
Without a dope to step to
Say - uhh, shouldn't left you
a dope 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 heard of
(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, ride a in a biker's club
Mike Tyson face tatted addict, like it
Hey scatterbrain, don't get your grey punched up
'til you hunched, talk-talkin like you drunk
One - two maybe if I'm drunk enough
Naked three, painted ladies do the bump and grub
Mean muggin Jean - the Heebs call
Bookin her in the like "Look at her rap skills!"
He's a backpack, a nerd in the rat pack
Jean de Begerac, you heard of her murder rap
I murder rap, you it, confirm it and burn its audio
Music for your convertible, music for cardio!
Don't use it for - they'll find me in your stereo
and blame me for the sock me up and get me carried off
I I said murder befo' - murder murder, FUCK IT murder
it fo', insert a learning curve
Mine is so high you get vertigo, assertive girl a-fern to
Eternally superlative, blindfolded learn to
at night up on a girder bridge, a "NO!"
Talib dirty nervousness, yes the are back
Oh yes the boys in black, the boy's a rap star
Teeny rock star, minus the f'real and all the cop
Rocks off, lock with the realest (hach-too) in the spot
y'all should get on your knees and just pray for forgiveness sayin

[Chorus: Grae]
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I the word is back
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) Uh oh, you of that
(UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!) I the word is back
(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 heard of 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 Devil for some time
It's shade you never see him comin cause you fake, blind
The mainline, Bloods are wavin like K'Naan
The Crips throwin gang signs, the Beast in the
there to like a canine, and low like the bassline
Jean and Kwe' think alike great minds
The crown is on my head, makes you think that you can take mine?
know they'll never win but still they racist like a hate crime
Runnin track like in (Higher Learning)
We gasoline so we keepin the fire burnin
We speedin like Valvoline and we fo' a higher purpose
You believe in that deliver entire sermons
Give me some Vasoline cause your shit is than deserts
You never a weapon in your life! So
picturin yourself as a the only way that you shootin
My intelligent design is a product of
Psychotic, erotic, phrases just to, get at your girl
solutions for a digital world
So baby when I'm spittin game I'm addin on
Rappers goin hard pure for the dope, I got an for Capricorn
{?} And Prepared, Rigorous,
Captivatin, Ordinary, Regular, just
throwin daily your chick goin yo
Handle her like Lately
Rockin the fresh kicks like you felt her
wait until you done bein whack
We got every hand up the front to the back
If you wonderin why you just dressin in rap
You attention dog, there ain't no more, money in rap
So if you're mixin with GarageBand, 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 coastin

[Chorus - first half with ad

[Jean
(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!) Yessir the is back

[fades out: "Yes, the is back..."]