Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know How it Goes

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

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

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

Here's the situation, supreme
Helps me get the loot and then I the boots
I jump like Jordan, flash like Gordon
'Bos, Girbauds and is probably what I'm sportin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Couldn't get no skins, until you got a
have no friends 'til 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
Only devils, made a few number runs
round my way they like to blabber at the gums
Just jealous 'cause I got it by the

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

Ron Studda spin the wheel back his name was Pat Sajak
On of fortune, that's how we keep it scorchin'
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 time to jump in the
Now for I speak with a tone which I choose to call my own
Ghetto prone I the zone like the kid from Home Alone

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

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

Now check it y'all I'd to say peace
For all the Gods and the earths and the people of the
Wanna let you know the man come 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
Lincoln Ave M.O., you know what I'm
City park in the dark, M.O., you what I'm sayin'?

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

You know I'm sayin'?
And we gonna bounce off this
Y'all know the flavor,