Luyện nghe bài hát I'm All That

Spill the beans on the table I say

Extra, extra read all about it, Fresh is back
You wonder how it
I wasn't rappin' for a time
But now I'm back with a rhyme
Look, near the camera, my picture
I'll my name on it, then I get richer
Like LL said, "Don't call it a
And the fact, Jack, I'm all that"

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

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

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

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

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

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

No one's like me, try to bite me
Bad, deba, deba, deba, deba, might be
Someone like me somewhere to not here
Where the they at, who cares?
'Cause y'all got the ace in the
The simple brother, numero uno
The with soul

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

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

So from that on and set my sights on
Making a record that people thought was the joint
Philly born and raised, been gone for days
I wait to get back with my new track
Rhyme like lava, voice like a
I'ma rhyme your radio, words like Drano
A 911 and I don't stall, Jack
Yo, we all

All you'll see, yo
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