Luyện nghe bài hát Up Jumps Da' Boogie (Remix)

Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da
dat
Up
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da
dat
Up

Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da
dat
Up
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da
dat
Up

Mag and double, ooh came to your body
MC old school like Lodi
When you up, jumps da boogie
Dance till you can't and shake your

People to the left Mag to Def
to the right need to clean your breath
Bigger than my butt, pulled out some
We the best on the scene the three degrees

Aachoo
Cool the breeze
Me and two Master P's
I you 'bout it 'cause I been 'bout it

South on the rise, V-8 'bout it, it
(Uuuh)
Driven in my '89
label, don't you try to carry me
Got of that project in me
Get dem flashback, you besta all

I'm the producer in the industry
I'm tired of producers on my beats
Baby, that's cool, I got no beef
But you must pay me fee

I am the man the ill ass sound
I got all the saying, I love that sound
Timbaland was next on the
A house, some stocks, three zorts for the

Don't y'all fools get mad at me
Because I became a millionaire in a times G
I God for blessing me
I give all my thanks to the all

Now I'm just in my house in Rohb beach
Now time to catch a plane to N.Y.C.
This is the remix to up jumps da
Boogie, woogie,
Oogie, oogie,

M.C.'s mad at me
But you better get
I'm to ratta-tat-tat

Lay me flat on my

In fact, I interact and make the track turn
You heard
Have it, it to me daddy
Cut it confetti

I know, y'all said, uuh, wasn't ready
You back in the studio, yeah, I got you
Timbaland my man, my man
beep

In the caravan, go my man
Magoo, what you got for pullin' down your pants?
So Magoo know dat, why you trippin' like
Is it

I make a list of those who
Who try to be me 'cause my style

Yeah and my ringing
Bdadadrrr, mmm

Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da
dat
Up
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da
dat
Up

Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da
dat
Up
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da
dat
Up

Up da boogie
jumps me
(Say what?)
Up jumps da
Boogie me
(Say what?)

Up da boogie
Boogie me
(Say what?)
Up da boogie
Boogie me
(Say what?)

Verse two, two verse rhyme
When I get greens, I gets a
to god, my neice, to Mario
Y'all don't nuthin' bout Jamario

Huckle Finn
I'm country and I'm
They make rock eat and buy my black
Hook it up with with candy coat

Me and Cheech and Chong but still smoke
Smell like butter, salt n' push me
How to be a player squeezin' on tushy
Mag in a row of all

When drank all the teas
Eating with Toni Toni Tone
Keep Cindy Crawford, to me she's to
See another rain, unless you Missy
Clown suit on so you dare diss me

Now I'm gonna my rap only eight bar
On this track the star
One of my favorite Nas Escobar
I listen to his driving in my car

Now let me get back into the
Tap the person standing to you
Tell him or she to side to side
And tell them to keep the party live to

Up jumps da
jumps me
Got to move my straight down to my feet
to my hands, clap, clap
Tell me the party at? Where we boogie at?

Up da boogie
my flow
Yo-ziggy-yo, Timbaland we go
Y'all to slow to this kinda doe
you don't know, shoot you don't know

Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da
dat
Up
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da
dat
Up

Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da
dat
Up
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da
dat
Up