Luyện nghe bài hát Uh Oh

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

[Jean
Been a long (yes) shouldn't have left you
Without a beat to step to
Say - uhh, shouldn't left you
without a dope beat to 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 the word 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 grey matter punched up
'til you hunched, talk-talkin you punch drunk
One love - two maybe if I'm drunk
Naked watchin three, ladies do the bump and grub
Mean Jean - the Heebs call meshugenah
Bookin her in the Catskills "Look at her rap skills!"
He's rockin a backpack, a in the rat pack
Jean Martine de Begerac, you heard of her rap
I murder rap, you learn it, confirm it and its audio
Music for your convertible, music for cardio!
Don't use it for burners - they'll find me in your
and blame me for the sock me up and get me carried off
I know I murder befo' - murder murder, FUCK IT murder
Make it fo', a learning curve
Mine is so you get vertigo, assertive girl a-fern to blow
Eternally superlative, learn to drive
at night up on a bridge, heard a "NO!"
Talib dirty nervousness, yes the are back
Oh yes the boys in black, the boy's a {motherfuckin} rap
Teeny 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 just for forgiveness sayin

[Chorus: 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 is back
(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 yeah you of that, ohhhh

Kweli]
I'm a, man of God who asked the Devil for some face
It's shade time you never see him cause you fake, blind
The mainline, Bloods are wavin flags K'Naan
The Crips throwin gang signs, the in the street
there to like a canine, and low like the bassline
and Kwe' think alike like great minds
The crown is on my head, what you think that you can take mine?
They they'll never win but still they racist like a hate crime
track like Tyra in (Higher Learning)
We bleeding gasoline so we keepin the burnin
We speedin Valvoline and we speak fo' a higher purpose
You believe in magazines that deliver sermons
Give me some Vasoline cause your is dryer than deserts
You fired a weapon in your life! So
yourself as a gangster the only way that you shootin
My intelligent is a product of evolution
Psychotic, erotic, catch just to, get at your girl
Create solutions for a digital
So baby even when I'm spittin game I'm 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 like you felt her baby
wait until you done bein whack
We got hand up from the front to the back
If you wonderin why you just funny in rap
You need attention dog, there ain't no more, in rap
So if you're mixin with GarageBand, on the Flip cam
I'm a big fan - you got more (Hart) (Bret - The Hitman)
But shit damn, the pinnacle, it gets no better
I'm boastin, but stay humble
spinnin, I'm always coastin

[Chorus - half with ad libs]

[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 word is

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