Luyện nghe bài hát I Know I Got, Skillz

Yo Jef, why don't you give me a hoopa or something
I can go to the park to
Yeah, there you go, alright, I like that, I like
It dope
(Bust 'em in the eye Shaq)

You wanna fight? fight me
hit ya with the wa, psh, psh, psh, see, see
I get dirty dark, I'll treat like Spielberg
You get ass kicked in the park
(Ohh)
You don't believe me, the is in the pudding
Little boy in the hood, way before Gooding
I flip scripts the mad pa-style, freeze, music please

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

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

Surprise, look who's back, not a prize from a jack
Look at that, Def Jef with the Shaq Attack
Flexin', I'll be crackin' back with the boom, boom, bap
Pass the mic over here, you ain't gon' want it
Everybody I got fat, yep, but so did my wallet
Still ripping rhymes and dropping bombs Ali, Mohammed
Do a solid, don't flex, you go sex
You the time, get the hard 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 name was
Def Jef with the funk, Def Jef front
You know how the name is
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 coming down the backboard

Don't fake the funk, just make the sound's up from the
The reason your tape hit the deck is
Because your don't 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 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 man's in the arsenal, what's up like that
Double XL in the kid, skillz to make mills
Big up, Flava Unit, Funky Town, ya large
So check this out man
We gon' let this 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, from here to Mecca
Boom shack-a-lak-a-lak-a, I got a hand rock ya cradle
Cream you like cheese, you on my bagle
My Ford Explorer boomin' with the clumped-up
All you jealous punks stop my dunks

They're new like Heavy, built like Chevy, Impala
But a smooth balla
(Yeah, but what rhymin'?)
I can my own, knick-knack shaq-attack, give a dog a bone
Rhymin' is hoopin', I'm already a legend
Back in the days in the section

to kick rhymes like baby, baby, baby
Every once, every twice, three a lady
Is what I listened to, with my moms
How you like me 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
is another rough shot from the arsenal
And you know what? Booty rappers, booty
Ha-ha-ha, and we out
ha ha ha ha, ahhh ha ha ha ha, ahhh, psyche