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, you go, alright, I like that, I like 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 me, the proof is in the pudding
Little boy in the hood, way before Gooding
I scripts with the mad pa-style, freeze, music please

I dribble rhymes 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 Statue of Liberty I get tired
Then I'll punch you in the stomach, I give a heck
(Hey yo, why you bug a like that?)

Yo, she on my neck
People walk around 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 Chech and 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 back, not a prize from a cracker 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 want it back
Everybody said I got fat, yep, but so did my
Still ripping rhymes and dropping 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 like you I'd be at me
The way I hold it down, swear my name was Gravity
Def Jef with the funk, Def Jef don't
You know how the name is
I'm making it vital, my title, fool, yourself
Attack the like Shaq on a whack broad
up with the hits, and I'm coming down with the backboard

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

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

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 here to
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 funk
All you jealous can't stop my dunks

They're new like Heavy, built like Chevy, Impala
But Shaq's a balla
(Yeah, but about 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 section

Used to rhymes like baby, baby, baby
once, every twice, three times a lady
Is what I listened to, riding my moms
How you like me now? I drop
you see me, please tap my hands
I know I got skills man, I know I got man

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