Luyện nghe bài hát That Y'all

Changed my man.
"Makin y'all."
Gotta get the cash gotta get the
Gotta my flow
get the cash gotta get the dough
Peace to Town Shipment
I'm smoother that Lex your whipping
with the rack and
and tires that be gripping
Sometimes I if MC's really know
Mack's eternal to burn you
in ten feet, of snow
I grab the mic and in-to Ali Baba
With a dabber, my rhymes are guaranteed 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 with that, fat
rhymers when soupin that
catch a headache
and find where Nuprin's at
I'm on the case Magnum P.I., F.B.I.
lookin for a man with the why
And it'll cost than Lee Majors
to fix MC's after I my flavor
Puff and and blow the House down
is what the Mack do whenever I get
Gettin down, (get down)
One two, Mack man's in full
get the cash gotta get the dough
Move the funk
Cause we the moves on down
Kick the funk, hahhhh.
I'm like the greatest rapper, to man
Got MC's meltin in mouth and not inside my (c'mon)
And you can try to, a rhyme-a
but the pace that I race'll you lookin like a old timer (old timer)
Do you want to pay a visit, to exquisite (aheh)
that'll leave you standin colder a winter blizzard (AHH)
engagin, extra blazin
Who's you fazin? Power Rangers more amazin (amazin)
Rhyme flipper, (uh-huh, say what)
Rip-a-rhyme-double-dipper while you on my zipper
I want to know been naughty or nice
the device, turnin grown men into mice (yeah)
I can flip funk back and forth, forth and
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 funk MC subtract
Got for days, got rhymes to amaze (uh-huh, c'mon)
Got the brand new funk, here's the new craze boyeee
the dope (one two)
We break all of the on down (yeah)
Gotta get the cash gotta get the
Mo Bee, it.
out, in the House
Makin moves, the flavor
One two, as we get
We gon' get like
Come on everybody, all get down
Got rhymes by the ton you weighs a pound (whoo!)
Supercagafragalistic type of MC
That be me, twenty-twenty not see (can't see)
I don't feel the pressure, of an MC
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 now is MC's worth (c'mon)
And MC's are nuttin but a joke-a take a
fatter than the Ayatollah
Can't nuttin ever stop the Craig plans
to grab MC's, and em in my hands (as we get busier)
I said before, here comes the Mack
Power-packed in black, to you see mad graphics
As we get
in nine-four with the that hits on the floor
get the cash gotta get the dough