History of Rap (Parte 1) de Justin Timberlake

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop, a you don’t stop
The rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now what you hear is not a test–i’m rappin to the beat
And me, the groove,
And my friends are gonna try to move your feet

Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
Humpty Dumpty fell down that’s his hard time
Jack B. Nimble what nimble and he was quick
But Jam Master cut faster Jack’s on Jay’s

Now here’s a little story I’ve got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, M.C.A., and me – Mike D.

We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand

The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump
Do me baby
Do the Humpty Hump,
Watch me do the Humpty Hump

One two three and to the four
Snoop doggy dogg and dr.Dre is at the door

double p double g double d you see

wow

California Love

It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt’n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin’ pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl

I push my seed in her bush for life
It’s gonna work because I’m pushin’ it right
If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock’N'Roll

Hi! My name is (what?)…
My name is (who?)…
My name is…
Slim Shady

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it

Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank that soulja boy
Then super man that hoe
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you...
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you..
(crank that soulja boy)
Now watch me you
(crank that soulja boy)

Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha
So live your life
(Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You steady chasin’ that paper

She take my money when I’m in need.
Yea she’s a triflin’ friend indeed

She certainly is.
Oh she’s a gold digger way over town
That dig’s on me

Yea I’m out that Brooklyn, now I’m down in TriBeCa
right next to DeNiro, but I’ll be hood forever
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, I’m from the Empire State that’s

Everybody sing it
Everybody sing it

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothin’ you can’t do
Now you’re in New York
New York
New York
New York

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop, a you dont stop

Justin Timberlake, The Roots we will be right back.