Luyện nghe bài hát Gingerbread Man

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

You make it
And it
And hope the pigs take
And keep your basic
No time to and fake it

like a CD
You know Nicky T
to your party
With no
All at function
This no usual luncheon
I see what I and then I jump in

Float like a
Girl can ya handle
on cognac
Now you don't how to act

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

Who hit the
Hot as a spot
Took out the box
And with the flash(?) doc(?)

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

My young tiga Don
He hooked you with pecan (?)
That there was real
Sumthin' I keep

I like a Gipsy
Rap till I'm
Fly a Frisbee
But like a Grizzly

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

I eats
The
Shrimp
And I clown, hoe
I smile like a

I can be Ecstasy
you a whole new recipe
Don't even know why you to me
Sayin' you ain't with me

I ain't trippin'
I hear my callin'
And there's money involved
Man they despise

it up and then cook it up
Man shook it up and look it up
And it up and then chop it up
Man flock it up and cop it up

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

Man get it mayne
And don't it mayne...

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

You back there... "J'aibe soin 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 soin crayon..."