Luyện nghe bài hát For Pete's Sake

Here come's the rugged one, the way I flip it
I collect the loot and I knock the boots
A smooth dark lover, prefer to be the chocolate lover
Cuz I can do under cover
I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like
I cleanse like soap, 'cause the great black hope
Stay away the penile, I can rock the senile
alway wave 'cause slick like bunile
Pete rock on the boot knock, on the knock
Plus the way I flow... blood clot

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah...
So funky, a street junky
I said before, we go, c'mon...

For sake I break and update, wait, I radiate
The dub played to navigate the I make
I fit like a slipper, so catch the big
Vital signs are quicker, not the flat line
original, official with the smooth criminal
I hit the on the subliminal
With the soul technician to the prescription
In listen close to the mission
The p.e.t.e.r.o.c.k.,
With the route to brut by
No doubt, to about a 20-bar segment
Off spring the lyrics when the microphone's
Give it a rubdown, now here's the
Everywhere you go you hear from the vernon
Pound for pound, uptown, I get
And bound to spin the like a merry-go-round
The cut don't flow that I is not a preemie
And who ever see me when I dream of jeanie
I think so, peace, I gotta go
And shake an earthquake, cousin, for pete's sake

To my man...

Here come's the rugged one, the way I flip it
I collect the loot and I knock the boots
A smooth dark lover, prefer to be called the lover
'cause I can do wonders cover
I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like
I like soap, 'cause it's the great black hope
Stay away from the penile, I can the senile
Hons alway wave I'm slick like lunile
Pete rock on the boot knock, on the boot
Plus the way that I flow... clot
Yo, my cock-diesel and I can do the hustle
Niggaz the time, I don't have to flex a muscle
I'm not the type to fake it, I try to take it
Tie your girl to the of my jeep butt-naked
her monkey ass down the hill
So if you don't beef, money, chill for pete's sake

To my man...

please...

(c.l.) the mecca's sweet nectar, maybe 'cause you need it
a ribbon in the sky, but I wonder if you see it
In the days of thunder, notice how I simplex in the proper
steps the one, the answer to the riddle
Survey says the black press can you wiggle
The staff to the craft, the stroke of a
Pefect stranger, arranger
Loopholes are filled when I build with the
steels the mic on the rock's chill
No financial aid wade when I'm
Deep as the everglade, the a renagade
Study in the archives, place your bet,
crack back to back for the bail money
For you, a chapter, by the author
Lickin' on your daughter, say, of the border
Now, we are with the funky repertoire
Draw warm like a spa, star, forget all the
C.l. smooth and pete
Could and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for pete's sake

To my man...

For sake, c'mon...