Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't No DJ

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

I dare, matter of fact nigga I double dog dare
any rapper that take it with this playa here
Let's be clear, I'm a leader not peer
Valedictorian of this rap shit every (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 locomotive to let loose steam in the booth, ah WOOF!
Dream Team, nigga fuck that pillow talk, keep
while I'm beating down yo' street up in green thing
Greetings Earthlings, I've been lurking deep in the
artillery 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 just make them mixtapes
they at? [*repeat 7X*]
Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit instant replay
There they go [*repeat - go

Yeah, my momma birth to a 10-pound, 6-ounce dream
(Dream dream dream dream)
And God said, look for the burnin bush, now I to weed
So I jumped in my shell I saw my momma burnin trees (hey)
Hard white, I, nickel bags
Ice cold true shit; in the booth with blue
On your grave like a tulip, in the bar a pool stick
Toomp shit, Magic Mike, poof bitch!
Ain't to rest, nowhere for you to sit
I stole your couch and I took truck to move it with
Sofa, any one of you get to' up?
I'm a tattoo, Kodak you, up
Ain't no UFO, no, a supernova (WOOF!)
are barkin as soon as that trooper roll up (WOOF!)
30 at 6, momma don't gotta 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 hitch that semi up to this tow truck
with a hundred dollars, soul like a batch of collards
Yeah I'm pale but I'll you with an Impala
Roll pimp scholars, +ATLiens+
A-L-A-B-A-M-A agains, and check my weight again
Baby I know I ain't crazy, the scale says heavy
Must be my dick the way bitches been hangin on it

Boi]
(Yeah, we stay) bangin on the daily, funk crusader maybe
Tailored alligator souffl?, Escalade all in yo'
Space invader, I'm the lyrical Vader
Give thanks pussy nigga I expose you as a hater
Got Decatur, East Point, College and the SWAT's
Campbellton closed, road block, watch out for the cops
Gotta think outside the box, know how to the dots
'Fore somebody hit the playin in ya slot, boy stop

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