Luyện nghe bài hát Gingerbread Man

"J'aibe soin crayon..."

You better it
And it
And hope the don't take
And keep your basic
No time to and fake it

Spin a CD
You know Nicky T
to your party
With no
All at function
This ain't no luncheon
I see what I like and then I in

Float a Cadillac
Girl can ya handle
Hittin' on
Now you don't how to act

I'm your favourite
Your new
At until you get tired of my new poster
It's about the money, and and never fantasy
A situation might your whole anatomy

Who hit the
Hot as a spot
out the cash box
And left the flash(?) doc(?)

Shit, you
J'aibe soin crayon
The Man
J'aibe soin crayon

My young Don Juan
He you with butta pecan (?)
That was real sweet
Sumthin' I would

I live a Gipsy
Rap I'm empty
Fly a Frisbee
But hung like a

You know, I
And there, I go
All on the
Me and my mayne

I Gumbo
The
combo
And I clown, hoe
I smile like a

I can be like
Show you a whole new
Don't even why you step to me
Sayin' you ain't with me

I ain't darlin'
I hear my homies
And there's money involved
Man despise stallin'

Hook it up and then it up
Man it up and then look it up
And it up and then chop it up
Man it up and then cop it up

I hit the underground trains(?) and
Stood there rappin' till the rain done
Till' the done changed

Man get it mayne
And forget it mayne...

Shit, So
Don't that I can split it mayne
The Man
me if you can

You back there... "J'aibe d'un crayon"
Bartender, bartender... "J'aibe d'un crayon"
Waitress, waitress... "J'aibe d'un crayon"
You think I'm playin' ... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"

Shit, shit...

"J'aibe d'un crayon..."