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, prefer to be called the lover
Cuz I can do wonders under
I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme riz-ope
I like soap, 'cause it's the great black hope
Stay away the penile, I can rock the senile
Hons wave 'cause slick like bunile
rock on the boot knock, on the boot knock
Plus the way that I flow... clot

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yeah...
So funky, like a street
Like I 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 like a slipper, so catch the big
Vital signs are quicker, not the flat picture
Showtime original, with the smooth criminal
I hit the cliches on the
the soul technician to fill the prescription
In addition listen to the mission
The p.e.t.e.r.o.c.k.,
the route to brut by faberge
No doubt, to about a 20-bar segment
Off spring the lyrics the microphone's pregnant
Give it a rubdown, now the sermon
Everywhere you go you hear mecca the vernon
Pound for pound, uptown, I get
And to spin the record 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 don't 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 then I knock the
A smooth lover, prefer to be called the chocolate lover
'cause I can do wonders cover
I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme riz-ope
I cleanse like soap, 'cause it's the black hope
Stay away from the penile, I can the senile
alway wave 'cause I'm slick like lunile
Pete 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
Niggaz know the time, I don't have to a muscle
I'm not the type to fake it, I try to take it
Tie your girl to the back of my jeep
Slide her 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 like nectar, '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 when I build with the skill
Liquid steels the mic on the chill
No financial aid when I'm paid
Deep as the everglade, the escapade a
Study in the archives, your bet, sonny
Head crack back to back for the bail
For you, a chapter, by the author
Lickin' on daughter, say, south of the border
Now, we are with the funky repertoire
Draw like a spa, star, forget all the hoopla
C.l. smooth and rock
break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for pete's sake

To my man...

For sake, c'mon...