Luyện nghe bài hát Gingerbread Man

"J'aibe soin crayon..."

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

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

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

I'm your Motorola
new Coca-Cola
At least until you get tired of my new
about the money, and bread and never fantasy
A situation might change your anatomy

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

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

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

I live like a
Rap I'm empty
Fly like a
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 a criminal

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

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

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

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

Man get it mayne
And forget it mayne...

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

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

Shit, shit...

"J'aibe soin crayon..."