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 wonders cover
I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme riz-ope
I cleanse like soap, 'cause the great black hope
Stay from the penile, I can rock the senile
Hons alway wave slick like bunile
Pete rock on the boot knock, on the boot
Plus the way that I flow... clot

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

For sake I break and update, wait, I radiate
The dub played to navigate the tune I
I fit like a slipper, so catch the big
Vital are quicker, not the flat line picture
Showtime original, official the smooth criminal
I hit the cliches on the
With the soul technician to fill the
In listen close to the mission
The p.e.t.e.r.o.c.k.,
With the route to by faberge
No doubt, to shout about a segment
Off the lyrics when the microphone's pregnant
it a rubdown, now here's the sermon
Everywhere you go you hear from the vernon
for pound, uptown, I get down
And bound to spin the like 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 don't so, peace, I gotta go
And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for sake

To my man...

Here the rugged one, plus the way I flip it
I collect the loot and I knock the boots
A smooth dark lover, to be called the chocolate lover
'cause I can do under cover
I'm dip-dip-dope, I like riz-ope
I cleanse like soap, it's the great black hope
Stay away from the penile, I can rock the
Hons alway 'cause I'm slick like lunile
rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock
Plus the way that I flow... 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 fake it, I try to take it
Tie your to the back of my jeep butt-naked
Slide her 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 like nectar, maybe you need it
a ribbon in the sky, but I wonder if you see it
In the days of thunder, how I simplex in the proper context
Here steps the one, the to the riddle
Survey says the press can make you wiggle
The staff to the craft, the stroke of a
stranger, melody arranger
Loopholes are filled I build with the skill
Liquid steels the mic on the rock's
No financial aid wade I'm paid
Deep as the everglade, the a renagade
in the archives, place your 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, we are with the funky repertoire
Draw warm like a spa, star, forget all the
C.l. and pete rock
Could and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for pete's sake

To my man...

For sake, c'mon...