Luyện nghe bài hát I'm All That

Spill the beans on the I always say

Extra, read all about Fresh Prince is back
You how it happen
I wasn't rappin' for a time
But now I'm back with a strong
Look, the camera, snap my picture
I'll sign my name on it, I get richer
LL said, "Don't call it a comeback
And the fact, Jack, I'm all that"

I am in the flesh
I'm the funky, funky, funky, fresh
Rhyme authority, console
Hip-hop liaison, rap
Do the daring, the of the cut
The prince of poetry and all that
Sexy, sexy, the honeys yell
Girlies out, ah, well

Back from the dead like
People thought I was over, they erasin'
Me and names out of the hit list
But ah, ah, ah, not so
Comin' back at cha, go back at cha
Catch this fast ball I'm throwin' at
Wake up and the coffee, I'm back now
Thanks for my girl warm for me, pal

The man with the cape, the crown in the
Out for a while but wisely up
Pen and paper, so I had my
to rap
Then I set my goals and I shot for
What I do best, funny, to hell with

Voice on radio, on TV
new funky rhymes on a CD
Out to attack, the wack, full
It's gonna be a night go get a knapsack
I gotta getta ya face the fact
That I'm the rapper on wax, I'm all that

All you'll see, yo
All you'll see, yo
All you'll see, yo
Get
Yo, I'm all
All you'll see, yo
All that see, yo
All that see, yo
Get

Get up, get down, get funky, get
I'm the best show and I got
In the past there was that kid doubted
But now I'm back and there's no about it
The writing is on the
ya mic and a stage and I'm a rip it, rip it, up y'all
'Cause I can
Is there rapper in the world, like me? Hell, no

No like me, others try to bite me
Bad, deba, deba, deba, deba, bad, me
Someone like me to just not hear
the hell they at, who cares?
'Cause got the ace in the hole
The lover brother, numero uno
The rapper with

Comin' out a on the new tip
For those of you that I couldn't do this
Yo well consider it
It's the got the parents
Just don't the same one
People said I couldn't rap
You could stop
I'm a rapper and a half

And in the past I chose to make people
And I was for that
Some called me soft, some me wack
I gotta y'all, I felt bad
So as usual I my dad
sort of a fifty-one year old casanova
He said, "Son, yo, on over"
He sat me down and he told me
"Son, you're all that, you're gonna get dissed"
He put his arms me and he said
"Son, I was all that I was young"

So pump that on and set my sights on
Making a record people thought was the [Incomprehensible]
Philly born and raised, I've been gone for
I can't wait to get back my new track
like lava, voice like a volcano
I'ma rhyme through your radio, like draedo
A Porsche 911 and I don't Jack
Yo, we all

All you'll see, yo
All that see, yo
All that see, yo
All you'll see, yo
All that see, yo
All you'll see, yo
All that see, yo
All you'll see, yo