Luyện nghe bài hát Got It Bad Y'all

Ladies and
That King Tee and the Al-cum-a-holiks

play the rear cause I'm makin yapes
The rhymes no thicker than a Skittle grapes
A lot of girls would like to thank me for the
On the mic I a belt, now I know no one could spank me

It took a long time for the people to my rhymes
Seems like I been since my birth in '69
Sorry to keep you waitin, I run like Walter Payton
I get a rhyme like on a Dayton

But I won't knock off, I just rock off
The beats to get funky, like when you take sock off
To all the white I would like to say howdy
And to all my brothers I say peace, quit rowdy

Wack MCs in 92, ew, you to take a rest
The public don't you aim the
softer than a hookers chest
Raps, I em, snaps, I make em
For duties booties cause I shake, shake, shake em

And I got rhymes, funky rhymes
E-Swift hold the needle down with nickels and
I drink Olde English, St. and Mickeys
When time to roll, I throw on my black Dickeys

On the mic I get wicked, like Wilson
I get the place jumpin like a cricket when I kick
I'm from the West Coast but sleep home-stimpy
Even if I was a paperboy, you couldn't rip me

I walk up and chalk up pairs like the
I'm all in the mix like and kicks
When it to rhymes I get loose like belt buckles
Those who chose to oppose this is felt knuckles

(Where you to?)
To the tip
(And what cha to do?)
to rip
Some use the word funky too loosely
And just how many rappers say kick it like Bruce Lee

(What's your brew?)
E
(And what it you do?)
Go pee
It to be about rhymes, all about rhymes
Now rappers rearrangin and changin times

I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad,
When it comes to the pen and the pad,
I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad,
When it to the pen and the pad, y'all

the fuck up, gimme room to breathe
Not too many can flip the rhymes like these
I the technique as if it was a bitch
Got more soul than the pit with a

Pitch the ball, so I can beat it the bat
Talk some shit, so I can smoke ya my gat
I'm feelin kind, kinda, feelin kinda, feelin kinda
Feelin kinda buzzed off a of chocolate tie

My, my, my ho, I to rip the shows up
Smack the hoes that walk around they nose up
Run to the liquor store they close up
Buy a few 40s, daily I get to' up

Sit at the crib and write riggy riggy
Line after line after liggy line
Yo, I can get funky, buy my tape and me
To the break of dawn, I hit the bud and it on

at the park, shootin craps on the weekend
My brown bag is wet cause my can is leakin
Starin at the cops, beatin up on
a pack of O.G.'s steppin to me tryin to rob me

Just because I'm dope, niggaz wanna me
On the mic I get funky while doin the hokey-pokey
Dance steps, I that you should leave to Paula
Alkaholiks is the shit, E-Swift's the baller

Is slangin these rhymes a rock
ain't shit but money and a glock
Don't a clock, but I cock a fat knot
So I can smoke a lot of pot that I roll up tops

And ya ain't shit yet, I'm just getting warm
hot butter on, say what? The popcorn
I'm headed to the top, please me my props
My beats are fat as fuck, so my shit in your box

I to hit the skinz, but then again who doesnt
I to hit the herbs cause it leave me feelin buzzin
I dedicate this chumpie to the who can wreck
And to all the nottie dreads, I to give them nuff respect

(Where you to?)
To the tip
(And what cha to do?)
to rip
Some use the word funky too loosely
And just how many niggaz say they kick it Bruce Lee

(What's your brew?)
E
(And it make you do?)
Go pee
It used to be about rhymes, all rhymes
Now rearrangin, and changin like times

I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad,
When it to the pen and the pad, y'all
I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad,
it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all

Up the man with the loot
Rockin a troop with the Alkaholik group
Everything is kosher, got a little
Livin phat cause King Tee's a baler

I irritate the wack, leave em so confused
When I'm on the mic with the ones and twos
you a peek of the drunk technique
Can't up, need to take a seat

Baby, baby, baby, the Alkaholiks
But I can freak the mic no matter how ya it
Metaphors grand, and I'm the man
Drink a fifth yes, I can, yes, I can can

The call me dick-em-down
Got that title rockin for the
Catch y'all later, next weekend
I'm a and I'm late for my meeting