Luyện nghe bài hát Gingerbread Man

"J'aibe soin crayon..."

You make it
And it
And hope the pigs don't
And keep your mission
No to come and fake it

Spin a CD
You know it's T
to your party
With no
All at your
This no usual luncheon
I see I like and then I jump in

Float like a
can ya handle that?
Hittin' on
Now you don't how to act

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

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

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

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

I live a Gipsy
Rap till I'm
Fly like a
But hung like a

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

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

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

I trippin' darlin'
I hear my homies
And when money involved
Man despise stallin'

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

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

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

Shit, So
think that 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 soin crayon"
You think I'm playin' ... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"

Shit, shit...

"J'aibe soin crayon..."