Luyện nghe bài hát Regular Guy

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

I'm five individuals, they say we not original
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 call it a
We be at Amoco, D's on that
Wit my folk's pocket of bread and toast

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

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

He's a guy
(I lie, girl)
I deny
(I deny neither)
You know he a yellow wagon when he's passin' by
(Yo, you see me rollin' in thang?)

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

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

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

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

And I think you people need to open up mail
If you can't Skool Boy, normal as hell
So don't let the TVs 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 yellow wagon when he's by
(Yo, you see me rollin' in thang?)

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

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

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

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

And it's a thang
To turn street money to legal money and beautiful
Yo, I gotta use my brain
And when I'm sprinklin', man, in my rain

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

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