Luyện nghe bài hát For Pete's Sake

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

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

For sake I break and update, wait, I radiate
The dub played to navigate the tune I
I fit a slipper, so catch the big dipper
Vital are quicker, not the flat line picture
original, official with the smooth criminal
I hit the cliches on the
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 by faberge
No doubt, to about a 20-bar segment
Off the lyrics when the microphone's pregnant
Give it a rubdown, now the sermon
Everywhere you go you hear from the vernon
for pound, uptown, I get down
And bound to spin the record a merry-go-round
The cut don't flow I touch is not a preemie
And who would see me when I dream of jeanie
I think so, peace, I gotta go
And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for pete's

To my man...

Here come's the rugged one, plus the way I it
I collect the and then I knock the boots
A smooth dark lover, prefer to be called the chocolate
'cause I can do wonders cover
I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like
I cleanse like soap, 'cause it's the great black
away from the penile, I can rock the senile
Hons alway wave 'cause I'm slick lunile
Pete rock on the knock, on the boot knock
Plus the way that I flow... blood
Yo, my style's and I can do the hustle
Niggaz know the time, I have to flex a muscle
I'm not the type to fake it, I try to take it
Tie your to the back of my jeep butt-naked
her monkey ass down the hill
So if you want 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 context
Here steps the one, the answer to the
Survey the black press can make you wiggle
The staff to the craft, the stroke of a
Pefect stranger, arranger
Loopholes are when I build with the skill
steels 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, place bet, sonny
Head crack back to for the bail money
For you, a chapter, slayed by the
on your daughter, say, south of the border
Now, here we are the funky repertoire
Draw warm a spa, star, forget all the hoopla
C.l. smooth and rock
Could break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for sake

To my man...

For sake, c'mon...