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 move body
MC old school like Lodi
you hear up, jumps da boogie
Dance till you can't and shake cookie

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

Aachoo
Cool like the
Me and Timbaland two P's
I hope you 'bout it I been 'bout it

South on the rise, V-8 it, 'bout 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 of producers bitin' on my beats
Baby, that's cool, I got no beef
But you pay me producer's fee

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

Don't sappy fools get mad at me
Because I became a millionaire in a year G
I God for blessing me
I all my thanks to the all mighty

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

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

Lay me on my back

In fact, I interact and make the track turn
You that
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, you got plans for pullin' down your pants?
So Magoo know dat, why you trippin' like
Is it

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

Yeah and my phone's
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
jumps me
(Say what?)
Up jumps da
Boogie me
(Say what?)

Verse two, two verse rhyme
I get greens, I gets a dime
Peace to god, my neice, to
don't know nuthin' bout Jamario

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

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

Wimbledon drank all the teas
Eating Rice-A-Roni with Toni Tone
Keep Cindy Crawford, to me to boney
See another rain, unless you know
Clown suit on so you dare diss me

Now I'm make my rap only eight bar
On this track Maganoo's the
One of my favorite rapper's Nas
I listen to his tape in my car

Now let me get back the groove
Tap the standing next to you
Tell him or she to move side to
And them to keep the party live to live

Up da boogie
Boogie 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
Boogie my
Yo-ziggy-yo, here we go
to slow to make this kinda doe
Shoot you 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