Luyện nghe bài hát Square Dance Rap

[Intro -
Ha hee!, hee!
Why Mix-A-Lot cotton picker you freak skinnin the
Why don't you bring the beat on in here, cotton picker so I can get
(*yelling*)
Put it up
That's the way I like it Mix-A-Lot
Hey Mix-A-Lot, me up cotton picker
me up Mix-A-Lot

Now everybody's 'bout
Everybody's rappin
- (*repeated*)

1]
Now everybody's rappin 'bout "where's line?"
I'm gonna me a brand new rhyme
Girlfriend's down and you stomped her
Shake your hips and act
Throw your head in the air
Grab your partner's
Fellas in the cut, I know you must be
My boy's got them there home girl's
Now grab partner, take a bow
If you dance, I'll tell you how
your hands and take two steps
Grab hips and slide to the left
Get all in your partner's
to the side and show your lace
If your a then let it show
And grab partner doshy-do (do, do ...)

2]
Now if you think your partner's
Grab her where the sun don't
If you can't dance, tap your toes
If your stuck up, turn up nose
Wave your hands from to side
Lean to the left and a slide
Other's DJs know their no
Just look to the stage and the that scratched

(*scratching*)
[Male - talking]
Rock me - 4X

3]
Freaks on the left and on the right
Grab your partner, hold him
Put your in his Levi's
Hold his while he grips your thighs
The more you dance, the I rap
The big fat makes your toes tap
Glen Campbell can't hang with
All you give your man a kiss (look good)

- 4X
My beats are
why I'm Swass

[Break -
box
Oh Mix-A-Lot I'm it now, cotton picker
YEEEE-HA!

4]
Now everybody on the floor your hands
Stomp to the beat of the one man
Mix-A-Lot on the drum machine
The bass line is "oh, so mean"
Mix-A-Lot make a jam in his
With a tape recorder you can bust jams too
Throw your across your thigh
her fast, until she starts to cry
Whip her to the left, her to the right
But don't her to hard cause her jeans are tight (look good)

Get your hands off girl, boy
Seattle
(to the sq, to the sq, to the sq, to the Dance Rap)
L.A.
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Miami
(to the sq, to the sq, to the Dance Rap)
D.C.
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rocks
(to the sq, to the sq, to the Dance Rap)
Houston, rocks
(to the sq, to the sq, to the Dance Rap)
momma rocks
(to the, to, to, to the Dance Rap)
London, rocks
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To the Square Rap, hot damn

- talking]
Hey Mix-A-Lot, what in the world is that cotton picker?
like Grand Ole Opry
Hear what I say Mix-A-Lot, say like Grand Ole Opry cotton picker
Now before we end this filthy cut, we got a few we have to say
To the home girls sprung on the hum drum beat, check out Sir Ray
His style is fresh, so clean and new, he so many tricks
If you give him ten and a brand new tape, he'll put you in the mix
A haha, hey Mix-A-Lot I you that time, cotton picker

My beats are icky ... (*drums until fade*)