Luyện nghe bài hát I Know I Got, Skillz

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

I dribble rhymes like Basketball-ems, call me E.T.
(What's Shaq man?)
Extra-Tall ems, you better than Shaq-tack, fool, up liar
I lean on the Statue of Liberty I get tired
Then I'll punch you in the stomach, I don't 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 like Gorilla, 6-7,
I kick rhymes like mo you
I smoke-smoke the mic-mic, I and Chong you
You don't like Shaq, frankly I don't a damn
I know I got skillz man, I I got skillz man

Surprise, look who's back, not a prize from a jack
Look at that, it's Def Jef the Shaq Attack
Flexin', I'll be crackin' your 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
Still 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 swear my name was
Def Jef the funk, Def Jef don't front
You know how the name is
I'm it vital, my title, fool, break yourself
the track like Shaq on a whack broad
Coming up with the hits, and I'm coming down the backboard

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

Ah yeah, yall don't know nothing this
The man's in the arsenal, what's up like that
XL in the nine-oh's kid, skillz to make mills
Big up, Flava Unit, Town, ya [unverified] large
So check this out man
We gon' let beat play right here, let all
The brothers and 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 here to
Boom shack-a-lak-a-lak-a, I got a hand that'll rock ya
Cream you cheese, spread you on my bagle
My Explorer boomin' with the clumped-up funk
All you jealous punks can't my dunks

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

Used to rhymes like baby, baby, baby
Every once, twice, three times a lady
Is what I listened to, with my moms
How you like me now? I bombs
When you see me, tap my hands
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 cousin Ron
This is another rough shot the arsenal
And you know Booty rappers, stay booty
Ha-ha-ha, and we out
ha ha ha ha, ahhh ha ha ha ha, ahhh, psyche