Luyện nghe bài hát Got It Bad Y'all

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

Pooh-butts play the cause I'm makin yapes
The rhymes 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 long time for the people to my rhymes
like I been rappin since my birth in '69
Sorry to keep you waitin, I run rhymes like Walter
I get a like spokes on a Dayton

But I won't knock off, because I just off
The beats to get funky, when 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

Wack MCs in 92, ew, you to take a rest
The public don't you aim the
softer than a hookers chest
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 drink English, St. Ide's and Mickeys
When time to roll, I throw on my black Dickeys

On the mic I get wicked, like Pickett
I get the place jumpin like a cricket when I kick
I'm from the West Coast but 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 like snares and
When it comes to I get loose like belt buckles
Those who chose to oppose nose is felt knuckles

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

(What's your brew?)
E
(And what it you do?)
Go pee
It to be about rhymes, all about rhymes
Now rappers 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

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

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

My, my, my ho, I like to rip the up
Smack the that walk around with they nose up
Run to the store before they close up
Buy a few 40s, daily 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 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, up on Rodney
a pack of O.G.'s steppin to me tryin to rob me

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

Is slangin rhymes like a rock
ain't shit but money and a glock
Don't punch a clock, but I 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
hot butter on, say what? The popcorn
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 again who doesnt
I love to hit the herbs cause it me feelin buzzin
I dedicate this chumpie to the poets who can
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 funky too
And how many 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 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,
it comes to the pen and the pad, y'all

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

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

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

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