Luyện nghe bài hát That Y'all

Changed my man.
"Makin y'all."
Gotta get the cash gotta get the
Gotta keep my
Gotta get the gotta get the dough
to Brentwood Town Shipment
I'm smoother than that Lex your
with the and pinion
and Firelli tires that be
Sometimes I wonder if MC's really
eternal bought to burn you
while in ten feet, of
I the mic and turn in-to Ali Baba
With just a dabber, my rhymes are guaranteed to ya
I got with the bass and soul
Cause I've been rockin on the mic nine years old
And I can groove that, stupid fat
rhymers you're soupin that
MC's a headache
and find some Nuprin's at
I'm on the case Magnum P.I., F.B.I.
for a man with the reason why
And cost more than Lee Majors
to fix MC's after I kicks my
Puff and and blow the House down
is what the Mack do I get down
Gettin down, (get down)
One two, man's in full effect
Gotta get the cash gotta get the
with the funk
Cause we makes the moves on
Kick the funk, hahhhh.
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 to pay a visit, to rhyme exquisite (aheh)
that'll leave you standin than a winter blizzard (AHH)
Mack's engagin, extra
you fazin? Power Rangers ain't more amazin (amazin)
Rhyme flipper, (uh-huh, say what)
Rip-a-rhyme-double-dipper you talkin on my zipper
I want to 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 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 rhymes to (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 gotta get the dough
Mo Bee, it.
out, in the House
Makin moves, with the
One two, as we get
We gon' get this
on everybody, let's all get down
Got rhymes by the ton you weighs a pound (whoo!)
Supercagafragalistic of hyper MC
That be me, twenty-twenty not see (can't see)
I feel the pressure, of an MC aggressor
that I got a rhyme for in my top
Craig Mack, Bad Boy
Fat Funkster be gettin, for Fat Funk be (c'mon)
It's man's turn to earn
Since my birth, a penny now is MC's (c'mon)
And are nuttin but a joke-a take a toke-a
Smoke fatter the Ayatollah
Can't ever stop the Craig Mack 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 funk hits on the floor
get the cash gotta get the dough