Luyện nghe bài hát I Know I Got, Skillz

Yo Jef, why you give me a hoopa beat or something
I can go to the park to
Yeah, you go, alright, I like that, I like that
It dope
(Bust 'em in the eye Shaq)

You wanna fight? Come me
hit ya with the wa, psh, psh, psh, see, see
I get dirty after dark, I'll treat Spielberg
You get ass kicked in the park
(Ohh)
You believe me, the proof is in the pudding
Little boy in the hood, way Cuba Gooding
I flip scripts with the mad pa-style, freeze, please

I rhymes like Basketball-ems, people call me E.T.
(What's that man?)
Extra-Tall ems, you better than Shaq-tack, fool, shut up
I lean on the 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 like that?)

Yo, she on my neck
walk around like yall, they got charred
But I'm big like Gorilla, 6-7,
I kick like mo duck-kwong you
I smoke-smoke the mic-mic, I Chech and you
You don't like Shaq, frankly I give a damn
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 the Shaq Attack
Flexin', be crackin' your back with 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 like Ali,
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 name was
Def Jef with the funk, Def Jef don't
You how the name is spelt
I'm it vital, my title, fool, break yourself
the track like Shaq on a whack broad
Coming up with the hits, and I'm coming with the backboard

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

Ah yeah, yall don't know about this
The man's in the arsenal, what's up like that
XL in the nine-oh's kid, skillz to make mills
Big up, Flava Unit, Funky Town, ya [unverified]
So this out Shaq man
We gon' let this play right here, let all
The brothers and know

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

They're brand new like Heavy, built like Chevy,
But Shaq's a balla
(Yeah, but about rhymin'?)
I can hold my own, knick-knack shaq-attack, a dog a bone
Rhymin' is like hoopin', I'm a legend
Back in the in the Fush-camp section

Used to kick rhymes like baby, baby,
Every once, twice, three times a lady
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 I got skills man

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