Luyện nghe bài hát That Y'all

Changed my man.
"Makin y'all."
get the cash gotta get the dough
Gotta keep my
Gotta get the cash gotta get the
Peace to Brentwood Town
I'm than that Lex your whipping
with the and pinion
and Firelli that be gripping
Sometimes I wonder if really know
Mack's bought to burn you
while in ten feet, of
I grab the mic and turn Ali Baba
With just a dabber, my rhymes are to grab ya
I got funk with the bass and
I've been rockin on the mic since nine years old
And I can groove that, stupid fat
rhymers when you're that
catch a headache
and where some Nuprin's at
I'm on the case Magnum P.I., F.B.I.
lookin for a man with the why
And cost more than Lee Majors
to fix MC's I kicks my flavor
Puff and and blow the House down
is what the Mack do whenever I get
down, boyeee (get down)
One two, Mack in full effect
get the cash gotta get the dough
Move the funk
Cause we makes the moves on
the funk, hahhhh. boyeee
I'm the greatest rapper, known to man
Got MC's meltin in mouth and not my hand (c'mon)
And you can try to, a rhyme-a
but the pace I race'll have you lookin like a old timer (old timer)
Do you to pay a visit, to rhyme exquisite (aheh)
that'll you standin colder than a winter blizzard (AHH)
Mack's engagin, blazin
Who's you Power Rangers ain't more amazin (amazin)
flipper, flip-a-rhyme=a-ripper (uh-huh, say what)
Rip-a-rhyme-double-dipper you talkin on my zipper
I want to know who's been or nice
the device, turnin grown men into mice (yeah)
I can flip funk back and forth, forth and
more super rhymes against 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 flow for days, got to amaze (uh-huh, c'mon)
Got the brand new funk, here's the brand new boyeee
Mack the (one two)
We break all of the on down (yeah)
Gotta get the cash get the dough
Mo Bee, it.
Bustin out, in the
moves, with the flavor
One two, as we get
We gon' get like
Come on everybody, let's all get
Got rhymes by the ton you weighs a pound (whoo!)
type of hyper MC
That be me, twenty-twenty not see (can't see)
I don't the pressure, of an MC aggressor
I got a rhyme for in my top dresser
Craig Mack, Bad Boy
Fat Funkster be gettin, for Fat be hittin (c'mon)
this man's turn to earn
Since my birth, a penny now is MC's (c'mon)
And MC's are but a joke-a take a toke-a
Smoke than the Ayatollah
Can't ever stop the Craig Mack plans
to MC's, and crush em in my hands (as we get busier)
Like I before, here comes the Mack
in black, to make you see mad graphics
As we get
in nine-four with the funk hits on the floor
Gotta get the gotta get the dough