Luyện nghe bài hát Up Jumps Da Boogie

Give it up, we show, you how we party
Up da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we
Up jumps da boogie, up da boogie
Up jumps da

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we
Up da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da

Give it up, we show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da
Up jumps da

I fiend for all beats girls jump for dicks
Don't salt the next man keep that shit
Up in the cut gay niggaz, in butt
I'm wit Indian, my race should be mutt

I cut with razor blades, play with Aunt Venus
this rap, take heed a fuckin' genius
Up in the sky, up high, puff lye
Do you smoke crack Prepare to fuckin' die

Fuck Crazy Joe, my name is Flow
You I had eight, but I got ten mo'
Off beat and on beat, old school Beat Street
I stink like feet, make sweat wit no heat

I'm up on this track, Pam Grier in movies
I up the beat, like water in a jacuzzi
I fly to L.A., come back to Virginia
Then call, Maganoo, to see if he's got indo

Then back to the crib to up my brother, G
G don't forget, to the house keys
in the eight, five-oh now here we go
Please please, don't slam my car do'

It costs too money to get that shit fixed
I all my money to pay my bills with
have no time, for the shuckin' and jivin'
Peep my rhyme 'cause that, off-timin'

I'm in the Marriott, the to get got
After I pot, he sticks me like shots
Funky like farts, tongues like dots
Lick his lollipop, kid named Scott

Me, my hot self, be so hot
Touch my hot spot, I scream 'til I stop
Uhh, it to me daddy and
(What, what?)
Uhh, yup, yup like
(What, what?)

Teddy, ready tha one two checka
No Diggity, Missy be the bedroom
Double decka, make you wanna your pecka
And then your bitch 'cause this uhh, be better

Give it up, up jumps da boogie, jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie me

it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie me
it up, we gon' show, you how we party

Prepare to get wet like Curl juice
You tight like virgin pussy, my rap get you
I like acne, take honey from a bee
My style is like a safe, da fuckin' key

I come I'm a nut, don't bleed when I'm cut
No fan of Madonna, she a damn slut
So sit you damn dog and bow to my
Nit-wit you stupid, I'm butter don't grits

Make fits like seizure, clit to please ya
I book read ya, follow da leader
Like Jews and Chinese, I own rap lease
The wackness cease, prepare for yo' release

I'm up in these labels tryin' to handle my
Been makin' beats before Jehovah had witness
Up jumps da boogie, jumps me
Brother brother, please, on the TV

See a black man dead from a man's powder
See a man scared from a black man's power
to reality, please don't freakin' smile at me
This is a stick-up, so give up yo' wallet

I'm the best, and that's B, and that's
I hang low like testicles, MC's wanna these many flows
Hoes, better back up, foe they get up
Pack up and go tell mommy, I backed up you

You you you, and your whole
What, whatcha whatcha gon' do uhh
whatcha gon' do to me, the M I double S Y E
Wanna battle me, gonna be some tragedy

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we
Up jumps da boogie, jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie me
Up da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie me

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we
Up jumps da boogie, boogie me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie me
Up jumps da boogie, jumps me

Give it up, we show, you how we party
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we
Give it up, we show, you how we party
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