Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Know How it Goes

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

You know what is it
You what time is it
You know time is it
Check it, check it, 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 good when it goes in

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

Fuck what you heard, 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 wait to drink my 40
an ex-shorty in the hallway and get naughty

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

the ladies lovely used to do it on my knees
Certain got a problem, go see Puba 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, it's like 1-2-3
shit on the really 'cause I do it on the daily
Straight to the hole my man Malik Seally

I hit stunts, on occasion 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, time to have a ball

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

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

I sold gems to the bums in the slums
Only robbed devils, a few number runs
Brothers round my way like to blabber at the gums
Just jealous I got it by the tons

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

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

Lights, cameras, action here comes Mr.
I be maxin' and relaxin' 'til it's time to in the action
Now for grown I speak a tone which 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 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 know how the go

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

Now check it y'all I'd like to say
For all the Gods and the earths and the of the universe
Wanna let you know the black man come
So don't act up you might leave in a hearse

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

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

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