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 cause I'm yapes
The ain't no thicker than a Skittle grapes
A lot of girls would to thank me for the hanky-panky
On the mic I hold a belt, now I know no one could me

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

But I knock off, because I just rock off
The beats to get funky, like you take your sock off
To all the white folks I would like to say
And to all my brothers I say peace, actin rowdy

MCs in 92, ew, you need to take a rest
The don't you aim the best
You're softer than a hookers
Raps, I make em, snaps, I em
For duties movin cause I shake, shake, shake em

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

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

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

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

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

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 comes to the pen and the pad,

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

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

My, my, my ho, I to rip the shows up
Smack the hoes walk around with 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 of dawn, I hit the bud and pass it on

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

Just I'm dope, niggaz wanna smoke me
On the mic I get funky while doin the hokey-pokey
steps, I think that you should leave to Paula
Alkaholiks is the shit, the smooth baller

Is slangin rhymes like a rock
Life shit but money and a glock
punch a clock, but I cock 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 what? The
I'm headed to the top, please give me my
My beats are fat as fuck, so my shit in your box

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

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

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

I got it bad, y'all, I got it bad,
it comes 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
Everything is kosher, got a little
Livin kinda phat King Tee's a baler

I just the wack, leave em so confused
When I'm checkin on the mic with the and twos
Sneak you a peek of the drunk
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
a whole fifth yes, I can, yes, I can can

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