Luyện nghe bài hát Gingerbread Man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can be like
Show you a whole new
even know why you step to me
Sayin' you ain't with me

I ain't darlin'
I my homies callin'
And when there's involved
Man they despise

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 there rappin' till the rain done
Till' the game changed

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

Shit, So
Don't think that I can split it
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 d'un crayon..."