Luyện nghe bài hát I Know I Got, Skillz

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

You fight? Come fight me
I'll hit ya the wa, psh, psh, psh, see, see
I get dirty after dark, I'll treat like
You get your ass in the park
(Ohh)
You don't me, the proof is in the pudding
Little boy in the hood, way Cuba 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, shut up
I lean on the Statue of when I get tired
Then I'll punch you in the stomach, I don't give a
(Hey yo, why you bug a hooker that?)

Yo, she on my neck
walk around like yall, they got charred
But I'm big like Gorilla, 6-7,
I kick rhymes like mo you
I smoke-smoke the mic-mic, I Chech and you
You don't like Shaq, I don't give a damn
I I got skillz man, I know I got skillz 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
Pass the mic over here, you ain't gon' want it
Everybody said I got fat, yep, but so did my
Still ripping rhymes and dropping like 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 front
You know how the name is
I'm making it vital, my title, fool, yourself
Attack the track like on a whack broad
Coming up with the hits, and I'm coming down the backboard

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

Ah yeah, yall don't nothing about this
The Shaq man's in the arsenal, what's up like
Double XL in the nine-oh's kid, skillz to mills
Big up, Unit, Funky Town, ya [unverified] large
So this out Shaq man
We let this beat play right here, let all
The brothers and 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 Explorer boomin' with the clumped-up
All you punks can't stop my dunks

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

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

I'd to give a shout-out to my boy
Uzi, Def Jef, Little Swany,
Ron Mac and my other Ron
This is another 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,