Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't No DJ

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

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

[Chorus 2X: Big
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 instant
There they go [*repeat - go

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

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

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

[Big
they at? [*repeat 8X*]
There they go [*repeat - go
Where they at? 7X*]
There they go [*repeat as it out*]