Luyện nghe bài hát Hey

The name is Q-Tip, through the middle
from the left, dead all the and the riddles
Comin from the gain, the octane
that's on the it made me feel so low
It seems we gotta, brighten, the damp
I'm Nintendo 64 and you Intellivision
from no mo' trey-eights, now papi weight
This joint is like a Ruger, watch it roar like a
And we gotta, on the dancefloor
and it out all night that's what you came here for
chem', I fills it to the rim, your shine is lookin dim
Daddy the light on him, ahem it's me
of the Starfleet Force
Guaranteed to knock your joint off course, we the loss?
Damn right, as Tina made Ike
We gonna put it in your all night, and all day
The Trilateral we dissin
Tellin be straight, but like snakes they hissin
I'll be if I let his song fall to the side
piggybackin shit, let's ride, c'mon

I put it down, now what you do [8X]
Hey, now, you gonna do, with yourself, hah? [4X]

When you hear this, recognize you love
MC illin over b-boy dubs
Riding through the shit Tron
Doesn't if you onboard, do you wanna get on?
Cause if you do, all the moves that we make
Gotta do the things right, no time for mistake
It's the hip-hop cat can't, fuck with Jake
Just because he wear a doesn't, mean he straight so
what you wanna swallow it down or take it
Disregard those who fake it, yo it doesn't
about the realm, hip-hop is to the
divine to hit the mind like slippery elms
So put it down man, put it on
Put it down man, put it on
Put it woman, put it on down
Put it down man, put it on
Put it down man, whatchu do
Put it down woman, whatchu do
A-put it down man, gonna do
Put it down woman, gonna do

['Hey' in background for a bit]