Luyện nghe bài hát For Pete's Sake

Here come's the rugged one, plus the way I it
I the loot and then I knock the boots
A smooth dark lover, to be called the chocolate lover
Cuz I can do under cover
I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme riz-ope
I cleanse like soap, 'cause it's the great hope
away from the penile, I can rock the senile
Hons alway wave 'cause slick bunile
Pete on the boot knock, on the boot knock
the way that I flow... blood clot

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

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

To my man...

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

To my man...

please...

(c.l.) the mecca's sweet like nectar, maybe you need it
There's a in the sky, but I wonder if you see it
In the days of thunder, notice how I simplex in the proper
Here the one, the answer to the riddle
Survey says the black press can you wiggle
The to the craft, the stroke of a pena
Pefect stranger, arranger
Loopholes are filled I build with the skill
Liquid the mic on the rock's chill
No aid wade when I'm paid
as the everglade, the escapade a renagade
Study in the archives, your bet, sonny
Head back to back for the bail money
For you, a chapter, by the author
Lickin' on your daughter, say, of the border
Now, here we are with the repertoire
Draw like a spa, star, forget all the hoopla
C.l. and pete rock
Could break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for pete's

To my man...

For sake, c'mon...