Luyện nghe bài hát That Y'all

Changed my man.
"Makin y'all."
Gotta get the cash get the dough
Gotta keep my
get the cash gotta get the dough
Peace to Town Shipment
I'm than that Lex your whipping
the rack and pinion
and Firelli that be gripping
Sometimes I wonder if really know
Mack's eternal to burn you
in ten feet, of snow
I grab the mic and turn Ali Baba
just a dabber, my rhymes are guaranteed to grab ya
I got with the bass and soul
Cause I've rockin on the mic since nine years old
And I can groove with that, fat
rhymers when you're that
MC's catch a
and where some Nuprin's at
I'm on the case like P.I., F.B.I.
lookin for a man with the why
And it'll cost than Lee Majors
to fix after I kicks my flavor
Puff and Puff and the House down
is what the do whenever I get down
Gettin down, (get down)
One two, Mack in full effect
Gotta get the 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 meltin in mouth and not inside my hand (c'mon)
And you can try to, a rhyme-a
but the pace that I race'll have you lookin like a old (old timer)
Do you want to pay a visit, to exquisite (aheh)
that'll leave you colder than a winter blizzard (AHH)
Mack's engagin, extra
Who's you fazin? Power Rangers ain't more (amazin)
flipper, flip-a-rhyme=a-ripper (uh-huh, say what)
Rip-a-rhyme-double-dipper while you talkin on my
I want to know who's been naughty or
with the device, turnin men into mice (yeah)
I can flip back and forth, forth and back
Ride more super rhymes against the track, em Mack (tell em)
I got Bad Boy as my (that's right)
As we on the funk called MC subtract
Got for days, got rhymes to amaze (uh-huh, c'mon)
Got the brand new funk, here's the brand new craze
Mack the (one two)
We all of the funk on down (yeah)
Gotta get the cash gotta get the
Mo Bee, it.
Bustin out, in the
Makin moves, the flavor
One two, as we get
We gon' get this
Come on everybody, let's all get
Got rhymes by the ton you weighs a pound (whoo!)
Supercagafragalistic of hyper MC
be me, twenty-twenty could not see (can't see)
I don't 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 be hittin (c'mon)
It's this man's turn to
Since my birth, a now is MC's worth (c'mon)
And MC's are nuttin but a take a toke-a
fatter than the Ayatollah
Can't nuttin ever stop the Mack plans
to grab MC's, and crush em in my (as we get busier)
Like I said before, here comes the
in black, to make you see mad graphics
As we get
in nine-four with the funk hits on the floor
get the cash gotta get the dough