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 like
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 like Spielberg
You get your ass kicked in the
(Ohh)
You don't believe me, the is in the pudding
Little boy in the hood, way Cuba Gooding
I flip with the mad pa-style, freeze, music please

I dribble rhymes Basketball-ems, people call me E.T.
(What's Shaq man?)
ems, you better 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 hooker that?)

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

Surprise, look who's back, not a from a cracker jack
Look at that, Def Jef with the Shaq Attack
Flexin', I'll be crackin' your back the boom, boom, bap
Pass the mic over here, you gon' want it back
said I got fat, yep, but so did my wallet
Still ripping rhymes and 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 the funk, Def Jef don't front
You know how the name is
I'm making it vital, my title, fool, break
the track like Shaq on a whack broad
Coming up with the hits, and I'm coming down with the

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

Ah yeah, yall 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 this play right here, let all
The brothers and sister

Nah, nah, let me
I'm a be D-Rock and see what's next on the menu
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
Cream you like cheese, spread you on my
My Ford Explorer boomin' with the clumped-up
All you jealous punks can't stop my

brand new like Heavy, built like Chevy, Impala
But a smooth balla
(Yeah, but what rhymin'?)
I can hold my own, 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 rhymes like baby, baby, baby
Every once, every twice, three times a
Is what I to, riding with my moms
How you me now? I drop bombs
When you see me, please tap my
I know I got man, I know I got skills man

I'd like to give a to my boy
Uzi, Def Jef, Little Swany,
Ron Mac and my cousin 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, ha ha ha ha, ahhh, psyche