Luyện nghe bài hát I Know I Got, Skillz

Yo Jef, why you give me a hoopa beat or something
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 wanna fight? fight me
I'll hit ya the wa, psh, psh, psh, see, see
I get dirty after dark, I'll treat Spielberg
You get your ass in the park
(Ohh)
You don't believe me, the proof is in the
Little boy in the hood, way Cuba Gooding
I flip scripts with the mad pa-style, freeze, music

I dribble rhymes like Basketball-ems, call 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 I get tired
Then punch you in the stomach, I don't give a heck
(Hey yo, why you bug a like that?)

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

Surprise, look who's back, not a from 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
ripping rhymes and dropping bombs like Ali, Mohammed
Do a solid, don't flex, you go sex
You know the time, get the hard hat, the

The way I see, if I was like you I'd be at me
The way I hold it down, you'd my name was Gravity
Def Jef with the funk, Def Jef front
You know how the is spelt
I'm making it vital, my title, fool, yourself
Attack the like Shaq on a whack broad
Coming up with the hits, and I'm down with the backboard

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

Ah yeah, yall know nothing about this
The Shaq man's in the arsenal, what's up that
XL in the nine-oh's kid, skillz to make mills
Big up, Unit, Funky Town, ya [unverified] large
So check out Shaq man
We gon' let this play right here, let all
The and sister know

Nah, nah, let me
I'm a be like and see what's 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 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, like Chevy, Impala
But Shaq's a balla
(Yeah, but what rhymin'?)
I can hold my own, knick-knack shaq-attack, a dog a bone
is like hoopin', I'm already a legend
Back in the days in the Fush-camp

to kick rhymes like baby, baby, baby
Every once, twice, three times a lady
Is I listened to, riding with my moms
How you like me now? I bombs
When you see me, tap my hands
I know I got skills man, I I got skills man

I'd like to give a 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? Booty rappers, stay
Ha-ha-ha, and we out
Ahhh ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ahhh, psyche