Luyện nghe bài hát I Know I Got, Skillz

Yo Jef, why don't you me a hoopa beat or something
Something I can go to the to
Yeah, there you go, alright, I that, I like that
It sound
(Bust 'em in the eye Shaq)

You wanna Come fight me
hit ya with the wa, psh, psh, psh, see, see
I get dirty after dark, treat like Spielberg
You get your ass in the park
(Ohh)
You don't believe me, the proof is in the
Little boy in the hood, way before Cuba
I flip scripts with the mad pa-style, freeze, please

I dribble rhymes Basketball-ems, people call me E.T.
(What's Shaq man?)
Extra-Tall ems, you better Shaq-tack, fool, shut up liar
I on the Statue of Liberty when I get tired
Then I'll punch you in the stomach, I don't a heck
(Hey yo, why you bug a hooker that?)

Yo, she breasted on my
People walk around like yall, they got
But I'm big like Gorilla, 6-7,
I rhymes like mo duck-kwong you
I the mic-mic, I Chech and Chong you
You don't Shaq, frankly I don't give a damn
I know I got man, I know I got skillz man

Surprise, look who's back, not a prize from a cracker
Look at that, it's Def Jef the Shaq Attack
Flexin', I'll be crackin' your back the boom, boom, bap
the mic over here, you ain't gon' want it back
Everybody said I got fat, yep, but so did my
Still ripping rhymes and dropping bombs Ali, Mohammed
Do a solid, don't flex, you go sex
You the time, get the hard hat, the rolex

The way I see, if I was wack you I'd be at me
The way I it down, you'd swear my name was Gravity
Def Jef with the funk, Def Jef don't
You know how the is spelt
I'm it vital, my title, fool, break yourself
Attack the track Shaq on a whack broad
Coming up with the hits, and I'm coming down with the

Don't fake the funk, just the sound's up from the trunk
The reason your tape didn't hit the is
Because your hits bump, so get back, ain't no hassle
you ain't holding nuthin', keep sticking around
You get beat down like you something
on me and the Shaq and [unverified] your own [unverified]
'Cuz I I got skills man, I know I got skills man

Ah yeah, yall don't know nothing about
The Shaq man's in the arsenal, what's up that
Double XL in the nine-oh's kid, skillz to make
Big up, Unit, Funky Town, ya [unverified] large
So this out Shaq man
We gon' let this play right here, let all
The and sister know

Nah, nah, let me
I'm a be like and see what's next on the menu
Mic-checka, the rim and rhyme wrecka, rocks from to Mecca
Boom shack-a-lak-a-lak-a, I got a hand that'll ya cradle
Cream you cheese, spread you on my bagle
My Ford Explorer boomin' the clumped-up funk
All you punks can't stop my dunks

They're new like Heavy, built like Chevy, Impala
But Shaq's a balla
(Yeah, but what rhymin'?)
I can hold my own, shaq-attack, give a dog a bone
Rhymin' is hoopin', I'm already a legend
Back in the days in the section

Used to kick like baby, baby, baby
Every once, every twice, three times a
Is what I to, riding with my moms
How you like me now? I bombs
When you see me, tap my hands
I I got skills man, I know I got skills man

I'd to give a shout-out to my boy
Uzi, Def Jef, Little Swany,
Ron Mac and my cousin Ron
This is another rough from the arsenal
And you know what? Booty rappers, stay
Ha-ha-ha, and we out
Ahhh ha ha ha ha, ahhh ha ha ha ha, ahhh,