Luyện nghe bài hát I Know I Got, Skillz

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

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

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

Yo, she on my neck
People walk like yall, they got charred
But I'm big Gorilla, 6-7, large
I kick like mo duck-kwong you
I smoke-smoke the mic-mic, I Chech and you
You don't like Shaq, frankly I don't give a
I know I got skillz man, I know I got man

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

The way I see, if I was like you I'd be at me
The way I hold it down, you'd swear my was Gravity
Def Jef with the funk, Def Jef front
You know how the name is
I'm it vital, my title, fool, break yourself
Attack the track like on a whack broad
up with the hits, and I'm coming down with the backboard

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

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

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

They're brand new like Heavy, built Chevy, Impala
But a smooth balla
(Yeah, but about rhymin'?)
I can my own, knick-knack shaq-attack, give a dog a bone
Rhymin' is like hoopin', I'm already a
Back in the days in the section

Used to rhymes like baby, baby, baby
Every once, every twice, three times a
Is what I listened to, riding with my
How you like me I drop bombs
you see me, please tap my hands
I know I got skills man, I know I got man

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