Luyện nghe bài hát Gingerbread Man

"J'aibe soin crayon..."

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

Spin a CD
You it's Nicky T
Come to your
no apology
All at function
This ain't no usual
I see what I and then I jump in

like a Cadillac
Girl can ya handle
on cognac
Now you know how to act

I'm favourite Motorola
Your new
At least until you get of my new poster
It's about the money, and bread and fantasy
A situation might your whole anatomy

Who hit the
Hot as a crack
out the cash box
And with the flash(?) doc(?)

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

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

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

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

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

I can be like
Show you a new recipe
Don't even know why you to me
you ain't impressed with me

I trippin' darlin'
I hear my callin'
And there's money involved
Man despise stallin'

Hook it up and cook it up
Man shook it up and then it up
And rock it up and chop it up
Man flock it up and cop it up

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

Man I'ma get it
And forget it mayne...

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

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

Shit, shit...

"J'aibe soin crayon..."