Luyện nghe bài hát Got It Bad Y'all

Ladies and
That nigga King Tee and the

play the rear cause I'm makin yapes
The rhymes ain't no thicker than a 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 for the people to hear my rhymes
Seems like I been since my birth in '69
Sorry to you waitin, I run rhymes like Walter Payton
I get a rhyme spokes on a Dayton

But I won't off, because I just rock off
The beats to get funky, like you take your sock off
To all the folks I would like 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 don't you aim the
softer than a hookers chest
Raps, I make em, snaps, I em
For duties movin booties I shake, shake, shake em

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

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

I walk up and chalk up like the Knicks
I'm all in the mix snares and kicks
When it comes to rhymes I get loose 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 say they kick 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 rappers rearrangin and like 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 niggaz can flip the rhymes like these
I the technique as if it was a bitch
Got soul than the pit with a fifth

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

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

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

at the park, shootin craps on the weekend
My brown bag is wet cause my can is leakin
at the cops, beatin up on Rodney
While a 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 you're doin the hokey-pokey
Dance steps, I think that you leave to Paula
Alkaholiks is the shit, E-Swift's the baller

Is slangin rhymes like a rock
Life ain't shit but money and a
punch 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 heard shit yet, I'm getting warm
Like hot butter on, say what? The
I'm headed to the top, give me my props
My beats are fat as fuck, so my shit in your box

I love to hit the skinz, but then who doesnt
I love to hit the herbs cause it leave me feelin
I dedicate chumpie to the poets who can wreck
And to all the nottie dreads, I gots to them 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 many niggaz say they kick it like 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 like

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,
it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all

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

I just irritate the wack, em so confused
When I'm checkin on the mic the ones and twos
Sneak you a peek of the drunk
Can't stand up, need to a seat

Baby, baby, baby, the Alkaholiks
But I can freak the mic no 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 that rockin for the crown
Catch later, around next weekend
I'm a and I'm late for my meeting