Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't No DJ

[Big
Boy stop, you ain't no DJ...
("Greetings...")

I double dare, of fact nigga I double dog dare
any that take it there with this playa here
Let's be clear, I'm a leader not your
Valedictorian of this rap every year (year year year)
beer and pretzels with the game I go good
I'm the Hansel to your Gretel, a dame, understood
Overstand hoe ass nigga from my hood, I'm
by the of class, sat in the back of class
but passed with flying colors with yo' backwards ass, like the caboose
And I'm the engine locomotive to let loose steam in the booth, ah WOOF!
Dream Team, nigga fuck that talk, keep sleeping
while I'm beating down yo' street up in green thing
Greetings Earthlings, I've been lurking in the shadows
Gathering for the battle
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

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

Yeah, my gave birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream
(Dream dream dream dream)
And God said, for the burnin bush, now I turned to weed
So I jumped in my shell when I saw my burnin trees (hey)
Hard white, I, nickel bags
Ice cold true shit; in the with blue lips
On your grave a tulip, in the bar like a pool stick
Toomp shit, Magic Mike, poof bitch!
Ain't nowhere to rest, for you to sit
I stole your couch and I took your truck to move it
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 trooper roll up (WOOF!)
30 at 6, don't gotta 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 hitch that semi up to tow truck
Rich with a hundred dollars, soul like a batch of
Yeah I'm pale but impale you with an Impala
Roll with scholars, +ATLiens+
A-L-A-B-A-M-A agains, come and check my again
Baby I know I ain't that crazy, the says heavy
Must be my the way bitches been hangin on it lately

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

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