Luyện nghe bài hát Got It Bad Y'all

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

Pooh-butts play the cause I'm makin yapes
The rhymes ain't no 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 a long time for the people to hear my rhymes
Seems like I rappin since my birth in '69
Sorry to keep you waitin, I run like Walter Payton
I get a rhyme like spokes on a

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

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

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

On the mic I get wicked, like Pickett
I get the jumpin like a cricket when I kick shit
I'm the West Coast but don't sleep home-stimpy
Even if I was a paperboy, you still 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 loose like belt
Those who to oppose this nose is felt knuckles

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

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

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

Pitch the ball, so I can beat it the bat
some shit, so I can smoke ya with my gat
I'm feelin kind, feelin kinda, feelin kinda, feelin
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, cause I get to' up

Sit at the crib and write riggy riggy
Line after line liggy 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 tall can is
Starin at the cops, beatin up on
While a of O.G.'s steppin 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
Dance steps, I think you should leave to Paula
Alkaholiks is the shit, E-Swift's the smooth

Is slangin these like a rock
Life ain't but money and a glock
punch a clock, but I cock a fat knot
So I can smoke a lot of pot I roll up with tops

And ya ain't heard shit yet, I'm just getting
Like hot on, say what? The popcorn
I'm headed to the top, please give me my
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 dedicate this chumpie to the poets who can
And to all the nottie dreads, I gots to give them respect

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

(What's favorite brew?)
E
(And what it you do?)
Go pee
It to be about rhymes, all about rhymes
Now rappers rearrangin, and 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 the man with the loot
Rockin a troop with the Alkaholik group
is kosher, got a little taller
Livin kinda phat cause King Tee's a

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

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

The girls call me
Got title rockin for the crown
Catch y'all later, next weekend
I'm a Alkaholik and I'm for my meeting