Luyện nghe bài hát Got It Bad Y'all

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

Pooh-butts play the rear I'm makin yapes
The rhymes ain't no thicker than a Skittle
A lot of would like to thank me for the hanky-panky
On the mic I hold a belt, now I know no one spank me

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

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

Wack MCs in 92, ew, you need to take a
The public you aim the best
softer than a hookers chest
Raps, I make em, snaps, I em
For duties movin cause I shake, shake, shake em

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

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

I up and chalk up pairs like the Knicks
I'm all in the mix snares and kicks
When it comes to rhymes I get like belt buckles
Those who chose to oppose this nose is felt

(Where you to?)
To the tip
(And what cha to do?)
to rip
Some people use the 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 used to be 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

Back the fuck up, room to breathe
Not too many niggaz can the rhymes like these
I freak the as if it was a bitch
Got more soul the pit with a fifth

Pitch the ball, so I can it with the bat
Talk some shit, so I can smoke ya my gat
I'm feelin kind, feelin kinda, feelin kinda, feelin
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 before close up
Buy a few 40s, cause I get to' up

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

Hangin at the park, craps on the weekend
My brown bag is wet cause my tall can is
at the cops, beatin up on Rodney
While a pack of O.G.'s steppin to me to rob me

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

Is slangin these rhymes like a
Life ain't shit but and a glock
Don't punch a clock, but I a fat knot
So I can smoke a lot of pot that I roll up with

And ya heard shit yet, I'm just getting warm
Like hot butter on, say The popcorn
I'm to the top, please give me my props
My are fat as fuck, so bump my shit in your box

I love to hit the skinz, but then again who
I love to hit the cause it leave me feelin buzzin
I this chumpie to the poets who can wreck
And to all the dreads, I gots to give them nuff respect

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

(What's favorite brew?)
E
(And it make you do?)
Go pee
It used to be rhymes, all about 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,
When it to the pen and the pad, y'all

Up jumps the man with the
Rockin like a with the Alkaholik group
is kosher, got a little taller
Livin kinda cause King Tee's a baler

I just the wack, leave em so confused
I'm checkin on the mic with the ones and twos
Sneak you a of the drunk technique
Can't stand up, to take a seat

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

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