Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know How it Goes

Yo Doogie let's hit off yo
check this
Yo Rob hit the button
Ha, yeah!

You know time is it
You know time is it
You what time is it
Check it, it, check it out, yo

I beg pardon who's the one with the roughness?
Super toughness, Grand Puba
See I'm the chosen, I keep the snakes
Check out how I blows in, girl it feels good when it in

Here's the situation, motivation
Helps me get the loot and then I knock the
I high like Jordan, flash like Gordon
'Bos, Girbauds and shorts is what I'm sportin'

what you heard, this is what you need to hear
It's the same as last year, so step to the
'Cause when I was a shorty couldn't to drink my first 40
Find an ex-shorty in the and get naughty

on the elevator, hit the lights out
My mom's was a yardie so my pop's a stout
Ooh a young boy tipsy, that's without a
It wasn't hard to tell what the Puba was

Love the ladies lovely to do it on my knees
Certain honey got a problem, go see he can ease ya
Here I am and I stand
Honey all that shit tell me, who's the man?

From, here to Bangkok, I my John Hancock
On the contract, it's like 1-2-3
Kick shit on the really I do it on the daily
Straight to the like my man Malik Seally

I hit stunts, on smoke blunts
My mom's like me 'cause I wear gold fronts
If honey wants to flam no thing to me at all
Alamo and Stud Doogie, it's time to have a

I'm a go-getter, and I'm out to
If you're makin' movies, cancel that
You're still movies? Man, get your cordercam
Oops, camcorder, but shit you the order

Couldn't get no skins, you got a Benz
Didn't have no friends you started makin' ends
I see it daily, weekly yearly
Think you got it goin' on?

I never sold gems to the bums in the
robbed devils, made a few number runs
Brothers round my way they like to blabber at the
Just 'cause I got it by the tons

Twenty fifty hundred is how I count my
I take it slow because it runs into the mills
Brothers try to step to this but all they is chills
No frills, Puba the bills

Ron Studda the wheel back like his name was Pat Sajak
On wheel of fortune, how we keep it scorchin'
Alamo hey, Sadat X hey, baby pop hey, now let me keep it
This is just the way I move to keep my pockets

Lights, cameras, here comes Mr. Satisfaction
I be maxin' and relaxin' 'til it's to jump in the action
Now for grown I speak with a tone I choose to call my own
Ghetto prone I guard the zone like the kid Home Alone

Type of that flows for days it's like it pays to save amaze
Now I be careful on the lays because the are nowadays is
Puba, S.O.S., Stud Doogie, Alamo
You know how the go

So big hey, B.R. hey, Tislam hey, Jael hey
Stud hey, Alamo hey, and Uptown hey, Brooklyn hey
And here we go here we go the dough yo
Here we go, here we go, make the yo

Now check it I'd like to say peace
For all the and the earths and the people of the universe
let you know the black man come first
So don't act up 'cause you might leave in a

Yo this yo
I wanna give a big up to all my now people
You the flavor, projects M.O
Lincoln Ave M.O., you know I'm sayin'?
City park in the dark, M.O., you what I'm sayin'?

Big up big up to all my
All that shit is dead, dead, dead
up
I wanna give a big up to the stinkin' mob

You what I'm sayin'?
And we gonna bounce off like
Y'all the flavor, a-b-c