Luyện nghe bài hát That Y'all

Changed my man.
"Makin y'all."
Gotta get the cash gotta get the
Gotta keep my
get the cash gotta get the dough
Peace to Brentwood Shipment
I'm smoother than Lex your whipping
with the and pinion
and tires that be gripping
Sometimes I wonder if MC's know
Mack's bought to burn you
in ten feet, of snow
I grab the mic and in-to Ali Baba
With just a dabber, my rhymes are guaranteed to ya
I got funk with the and soul
Cause I've been rockin on the mic since years old
And I can groove that, stupid fat
rhymers when soupin that
MC's a headache
and where some Nuprin's at
I'm on the case like P.I., F.B.I.
for a man with the reason why
And it'll cost more Lee Majors
to fix MC's after I my flavor
Puff and Puff and the House down
is what the Mack do I get down
down, boyeee (get down)
One two, Mack in full effect
get the cash gotta get the dough
Move the funk
Cause we the moves on down
the funk, hahhhh. boyeee
I'm the greatest rapper, known to man
Got MC's meltin in mouth and not inside my (c'mon)
And you can try to, a rhyme-a
but the that I race'll have you lookin like a old timer (old timer)
Do you want to pay a visit, to rhyme (aheh)
that'll leave you standin colder than a blizzard (AHH)
engagin, extra blazin
Who's you fazin? Power Rangers ain't amazin (amazin)
flipper, flip-a-rhyme=a-ripper (uh-huh, say what)
Rip-a-rhyme-double-dipper you talkin on my zipper
I to know who's been naughty or nice
the device, turnin grown men into mice (yeah)
I can funk back and forth, forth and back
Ride more super rhymes the track, tell em Mack (tell em)
I got Bad Boy as my (that's right)
As we kick on the called MC subtract
Got for days, got rhymes to amaze (uh-huh, c'mon)
Got the brand new funk, here's the new craze boyeee
Mack the (one two)
We all of the funk on down (yeah)
Gotta get the gotta get the dough
Mo Bee, it.
Bustin out, in the
Makin moves, with the
One two, as we get
We gon' get this
Come on everybody, let's all get
Got rhymes by the ton while you a pound (whoo!)
Supercagafragalistic of hyper MC
That be me, could not see (can't see)
I feel the pressure, of an MC aggressor
I got a rhyme for in my top dresser
Craig Mack, Bad Boy
Fat be gettin, for Fat Funk be hittin (c'mon)
It's this turn to earn
my birth, a penny now is MC's worth (c'mon)
And MC's are but a joke-a take a toke-a
Smoke than the Ayatollah
Can't nuttin ever the Craig Mack plans
to MC's, and crush em in my hands (as we get busier)
Like I said before, comes the Mack
Power-packed in black, to you see mad graphics
As we get
in with the funk that hits on the floor
get the cash gotta get the dough