Luyện nghe bài hát Regular Guy

Hello,
I'm Lee and I'm Zee Lee, yo
And I'ma muthasuckin' L U N A T I C, say
Yo and I'm here, 'cause I'm
Yo, plus I'm here, cause I'm
Yo, yo, I'm 'bout to you what I like

I'm with five individuals, they say we not
We all started underground Digital
Now the haters lookin' pitiful, we and un-spittable
But lyrical, we still on you

I got a two, Nelly got her number too
We call a tip, girl, you prolly it a switch-a-roo
We be at Amoco, D's on that
Wit my folk's pocket full of bread and

In my Timb's and coat, do it big in the winter
Prolly full of Air Force Ones up outta Line
And I call myself normal, or formal
I still be blank like a

But won't let me be or see
'Cuz I'm so D F I'm considered a G
I be H I off J's, K's and L's
Um, M, N, to the O's, they tell

a regular guy
(I lie, girl)
I deny
(I can't neither)
You know he drives a yellow wagon when passin' by
(Yo, you see me in that thang?)

His is always saggin'
(Ah, say wha?)
Got but never braggin'
(Ah, say wha?)
'Cause he's not type
Party people I'ma tell you what he's like, he's a guy

You see I'm young information, I don't play like Station
'Cuz it took education, dedication and
To get a record deal, fo' real, ain't no fluke
To you, we a fat dude playin' a flute

Like my granny do in the troop of the James Brown
Look at all these boys the same town
Come from the moms and owe dues
Aunties and uncles, man, they went to the school, yeah

St. Louis ain't big
Ayyo, we on the hill and steal a 30 ball to get to the crib
And I can do it on a quarter tank, a of dank
It's ya home, wake up and maybe go to the

And I think you people need to up like mail
If you can't Skool Boy, normal as hell
So let the TVs confuse you
'Cuz if you didn't knew, now you

a regular guy
(Ya, I lie, girl)
I can't
(I can't neither)
You know he drives a wagon when he's passin' by
(Yo, you see me in that thang?)

His pants is saggin'
(Ah, say wha?)
Got but never braggin'
(Ah, say wha?)
'Cause he's not type
Party people I'ma tell you what he's like, he's a guy
(Yo, I'm just you)

I ain't different from those think I'm different
enjoy fat checks overtime, I'm just like you
I ain't changin' for nobody, mixin' up your wit yo hobby
End up wit no

I guess you got personal
The bigger you are, they start up ya personal closet
A Ram 150, man, couldn't dodge it, dislodge it
Take advantage derrty, off ya profits

You right, I aint ya average lil'
We had the number one song when I was still in
Shoot, I can say it though, I'm glad that we it mo
No neva in class, song pop up on the radio

And it's a beautiful
To turn money to legal money and beautiful change
Yo, I gotta use my beautiful
And understand I'm sprinklin', man, in my rain

a regular guy
(I lie, girl)
I can't
(Yo, I can't neither)
You know he drives a wagon when he's passin' by
(Yo, you see me rollin' in thang?)

His is always saggin'
(Ah, say wha?)
Got but never braggin'
(Ah, say wha?)
'Cause he's not that
Party people I'ma tell you what like, he's a regular guy, oh