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, there you go, alright, I like that, I that
It sound
(Bust 'em in the eye Shaq)

You fight? 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 your ass kicked in the
(Ohh)
You don't me, the proof is in the pudding
Little boy in the hood, way before Gooding
I flip scripts with the mad pa-style, freeze, please

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

Yo, she breasted on my
People walk around yall, they got charred
But I'm big Gorilla, 6-7, large
I kick like mo duck-kwong you
I the mic-mic, I Chech and Chong 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, Def Jef with the Shaq Attack
Flexin', be crackin' your back with the boom, boom, bap
Pass the mic here, you ain't gon' want it back
Everybody I got fat, yep, but so did my wallet
Still ripping rhymes and dropping bombs 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 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 don't
You how the name is spelt
I'm it vital, my title, fool, break yourself
Attack the track like Shaq on a whack
Coming up with the hits, and I'm coming down with the

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

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

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 here to Mecca
Boom shack-a-lak-a-lak-a, I got a hand that'll rock ya
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 new like Heavy, built like Chevy, Impala
But a smooth balla
(Yeah, but about rhymin'?)
I can hold my own, shaq-attack, give a dog a bone
is like hoopin', I'm already a legend
Back in the in the Fush-camp 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 now? I drop
When you see me, tap my hands
I know I got man, I know I got skills man

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