Luyện nghe bài hát For Pete's Sake

Here come's the one, plus the way I flip it
I collect the 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 like
I like soap, 'cause it's the great black hope
Stay away from the penile, I can rock the
Hons alway wave slick like 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 street
I said before, we go, c'mon...

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

To my man...

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

To my man...

please...

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

To my man...

For sake, c'mon...