Luyện nghe bài hát Gingerbread Man

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

You better it
And it
And hope the pigs take
And keep your mission
No to come and fake it

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

Float a Cadillac
Girl can ya that?
on cognac
Now you don't how to act

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

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

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

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

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

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

I Gumbo
The
Shrimp
And I clown, hoe
I smile a criminal

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

I ain't trippin'
I my homies callin'
And when there's involved
Man they stallin'

it up and then cook it up
Man shook it up and then 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 rappin' till the rain done came
Till' the game done

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

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

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

Shit, shit...

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