Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know How it Goes

Yo Doogie hit this off yo
Aiyyo this
Yo Rob hit the button
Ha, yeah!

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

I beg your pardon who's the one with the
extra toughness, Grand Puba
See I'm the chosen, I keep the frozen
out how I blows in, girl it feels good when it goes in

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

Fuck what you heard, this is you need to hear
It's the same as last year, so to the rear
'Cause when I was a shorty wait to drink my first 40
an ex-shorty in the hallway and get naughty

Jump on the elevator, hit the out
My was a yardie so my pop's kept a stout
Ooh a boy tipsy, that's without a doubt
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
I am and here I stand
Honey all that good shit tell me, the man?

From, to Bangkok, I sign my John Hancock
On the contract, like 1-2-3 contact
Kick shit on the really 'cause I do it on the
Straight to the hole like my man Malik

I hit stunts, on smoke blunts
My mom's don't me 'cause I wear gold fronts
If honey to flam it's no thing to me at all
and Stud Doogie, it's time to have a ball

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

get no skins, until you got a Benz
Didn't no friends 'til you started makin' ends
I see it daily, weekly monthly
Think you got it on? Really

I sold gems to the bums in the slums
Only devils, made a few number runs
Brothers round my way they like to at the gums
jealous 'cause I got it by the tons

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

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

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 from Home

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

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

Now it y'all I'd like to say peace
For all the Gods and the earths and the people of the
Wanna let you know the black man first
So don't act up 'cause you might in a hearse

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

Big up big up to all my
All other shit is dead, dead, dead
up
I wanna give a big up to the Lincoln mob

You know what I'm
And we gonna off like this
Y'all know the flavor,