Luyện nghe bài hát Skill Trade

[Chorus: Greg
Together we're coolin, the mic we're
Suckers we're schoolin, you better booin
trade (we know what we doin)

[Greg
My name is Greg Nice I to swing
to Canal Street I bought the dookie rings
After that, I a fur
Then I to see the lady for a manicure
Cut my nails low and my rings was glowin
Around my neck the dookie ropes was
Went outside, to the BM
With the VVS on all fo' sides
I was, butter soft had on fresh
it live to the girl in the air
Baby doll, can we hang?
You got my number, me a rang
Called me up yo, one night
Let's get busy cause the time was
You know she wanted, she wanted to do (What? What?)
Yo she to date (what?) she wanted to OOH!
Took her to the movies, I her to dinner
her I'm a vet, I ain't no beginner
Grabbed her hand and said, "Let's a cab
Baby worry I'll pay the tab"
Dug in my pockets, for the
Big bills, had low

Nice]

[Smooth
The S to the M double-O
B-E-E no to waste
Ah right now I'm gonna reminisce
Of how a fly MC a rap-ologist
Around the time Chubby Checker, invented "The Twist"
I to play spin the bottle, run catch and kiss
Smooth Bee's my name, that's I said
I got a blue Mercedes, a big bed
I live on a overlookin a view
And I came tonight just to rock for you
So a rock y'all, and get dowwwn
Let's a trip on a funky merry-go-round
You see, round and and around we go
And when the funky beat stops everybody know
Cause there's a and a place where we'll all have fun
And Bee will be your number one
Master of Ceremonies and you admit
That I was, born and raised to top hits
So vicious, malicious, and discrete
I mystical powers I perform any fete
I'm gonna be at the top of my field
I'm gonna see my name in the Rappers
With all the other rappers, who wanna be
I'll be boastin a gold-tone microphone
Cause I'm death-defyin, caught lyin
Not a female's love I'm ever caught
Get so much sex I might explode
And on a sperm count I'm an overload

[Greg
Yo, I'm a trooper, and I do
I do stunts and I smoke
Forty ounce of stizzinock
Standin on the corner, my jizzinock
Watching all the GIRLS,
Boy she got a BIG (oooh oooh)
Hey, baby, eatin?
Looks to me, like you be
Sneakin by I saw you
Did you Greg Nice was sleepin?
I'm not like Donald Trump
And I don't have no big fat
Slouch, on the couch
And if you fight me I will say ouch
(Ahhhhh yeah!)

[Smooth
Smooth Bee guaranteed to make a mic
I'm Smooth Bee I'm guaranteed, to give you you need
Not a sip not a swallow but the damn bottle
Got a lot of juice but my girl cut me
For a sucker cazals and plate named Bruce
Little did she know that I'm choice and not
rapper with a golden voice
An entrepeneur, love
Man of the world with my life to
Minks socks leather suits shirts of velour
Smooth articulate MC
I'm rappin to a funky beat, my unique
Every time she sees me she me a skeeze
She says, "Please Bee, please, please!
Let me ride in your Mercedes"
I taunt and tease as she drops to her
And I let her wipe my nose that I sneeze.
. we know we doin!

[GN] A skill trade [SB] We what we doin
[GN] A skill trade [SB] We what we doin

Teddy Ted down with the trade
Slice and dice, he must get
Sip tea, and lay in the shade
You gaze be dazed as he amaze!

Ted cuts'n'scratches*