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 sound
(Bust 'em in the eye Shaq)

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

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

Yo, she breasted on my
walk around like yall, they got charred
But I'm big Gorilla, 6-7, large
I kick rhymes 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 I got skillz man, I know I got skillz man

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

The way I see, if I was wack 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 how the name is spelt
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 with the backboard

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

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

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

They're brand new like Heavy, built like Chevy,
But Shaq's a smooth
(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
in the days in the Fush-camp section

Used to kick like baby, baby, baby
Every once, every twice, three a lady
Is what I to, riding with my moms
How you like me I drop bombs
When you see me, tap my hands
I I got skills man, I know 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 another rough shot the arsenal
And you what? Booty rappers, stay booty
Ha-ha-ha, and we out
Ahhh ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ahhh, psyche