Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't No DJ

[Big
Boy stop, you no DJ... [*echoes*]
("Greetings...")

I double dare, matter of fact nigga I double dog
any rapper that take it there with this playa
Let's be clear, I'm a leader not your
Valedictorian of this rap shit year (year year year)
Like beer and pretzels with the I go good
I'm the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame,
hoe ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed
by the lack of class, sat in the back of
but passed with flying colors with yo' ass, you're like the caboose
And I'm the engine locomotive to let steam in the booth, scream ah WOOF!
Dream Team, fuck that pillow talk, keep sleeping
while I'm beating down yo' street up in that thing
Greetings Earthlings, I've been lurking deep in the
artillery for the battle
Now, on the front line I stand, in my right hand
Left on the gas, don't make me put my foot in yo' ass

2X: Big Boi]
Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just make them mixtapes
they at? [*repeat 7X*]
Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that replay
There they go 7X*] - go

Yeah, my gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream
(Dream dream dream dream)
And God said, look for the bush, now I turned to weed
So I jumped in my when I saw my momma burnin trees (hey)
Hard white, I, trickle bags
Ice cold shit; in the booth with blue lips
On your grave a tulip, in the bar like a pool stick
8-0-8 Toomp shit, Mike, poof bitch!
nowhere to rest, nowhere for you to sit
I stole your couch and I your truck to move it with
Sofa, any one of you get to' up?
I'm a tattoo, Kodak you, up
no UFO, no, Yela's a supernova (WOOF!)
Dogs are barkin as soon as that roll up (WOOF!)
30 at 6, momma don't load up
Cause I'm the varsity of maybe hardly and RC Cola
up!

Yeah, and, I
party in poverty with like, "Yeah you're famous, so what?"
I bet you can't that semi up to this tow truck
with a hundred dollars, soul like a batch of collards
Yeah I'm pale but I'll impale you with an
Roll pimp scholars, +ATLiens+
A-L-A-B-A-M-A agains, come and check my weight
Baby I know I that crazy, the scale says heavy
Must be my the way bitches been hangin on it lately

[Big
(Yeah, we stay) bangin on the daily, funk crusader maybe
Tailored alligator souffl?, all in yo' ladies
Space invader, I'm the lyrical Darth
Give thanks pussy nigga I don't you as a hater
Got Decatur, East Point, Park and the SWAT's
Campbellton Road closed, road block, out for the cops
Gotta think outside the box, know how to the dots
'Fore somebody hit the jackpot in ya slot, boy stop

[Big
Where they at? [*repeat
There they go [*repeat - go
Where they at? [*repeat
There they go [*repeat as it out*]