Luyện nghe bài hát Got It Bad Y'all

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

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

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

But I won't knock off, because I 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 rowdy

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

And I got rhymes, funky rhymes
hold 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, like Wilson
I get the place like a cricket when I kick shit
I'm from the Coast but don't sleep home-stimpy
if I was a paperboy, you still couldn't rip me

I walk up and up pairs like the Knicks
I'm all in the mix snares and kicks
When it comes to 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 many rappers say they 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 rappers rearrangin and changin 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,
it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all

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

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

My, my, my ho, I to rip the shows up
Smack the hoes that walk with they 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 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 can is leakin
Starin at the cops, beatin up on
a pack of O.G.'s steppin to me tryin to rob me

Just because I'm dope, wanna smoke me
On the mic I get funky you're doin the hokey-pokey
Dance steps, I think that you should to Paula
is the shit, E-Swift's the smooth baller

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

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

I love to hit the skinz, but again who doesnt
I love to hit the herbs it leave me feelin buzzin
I dedicate this chumpie to the who can wreck
And to all the nottie dreads, I gots to give them nuff

(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 favorite brew?)
E
(And it make you do?)
Go pee
It used to be about rhymes, all 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 the loot
Rockin like a with the Alkaholik group
Everything is kosher, got a little
kinda phat 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 peek of the drunk
Can't stand up, to take a seat

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

The girls call me
Got that title rockin for the
y'all later, around next weekend
I'm a and I'm late for my meeting