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 girls would 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 time for the people to my rhymes
Seems like I been rappin since my in '69
Sorry to keep you waitin, I run like Walter 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 like to say howdy
And to all my brothers I say peace, quit actin

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

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

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

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

(Where you to?)
To the tip
(And what cha to do?)
to rip
Some people use the word too loosely
And just how rappers say they 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 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

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

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

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

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

Hangin at the park, craps on the weekend
My brown bag is wet my tall can is leakin
Starin at the cops, up on Rodney
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 you're the hokey-pokey
Dance steps, I think that you leave to Paula
is the shit, E-Swift's the smooth baller

Is slangin rhymes like 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 with

And ya heard shit yet, I'm just 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 again who doesnt
I love to hit the 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 them 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 like Lee

(What's favorite brew?)
E
(And what it 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,
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 phat cause King Tee's a

I irritate the wack, leave em so confused
When I'm checkin on the mic with the and twos
Sneak you a peek of the technique
Can't stand up, to take 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 whole yes, I can, yes, I can can

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