Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks Up My Sleeve

I'm a I don't bake a cake
I'm not a cake daddy you know the be pullin up in a Caddy
with a drop top see when I hoe hop I it to the bus stop (what?)
and it's goodie goodie
I don't be squat but to the heads they think it's topnotch
I'm skippin every other dip as if it's
hop hop hop hop hop hop hop hop hopscotch
Aiy man, ay man, look at ol' girl
She got a BIG ass! (Yo man, sic her.)
Aiy man, ay... hey sweetheart, how you
I'm fine.
Oh word? What's name?
Rayshel.
Why don't you over to the house so I can put you in the
BANG!
Aight check it, you see I bag ya for a second
You never see me beggin, you see the slimmie
in my headroom, mo' better yet my
Tippedy tokin, and stutterin as if Max Headroom
(Redrum?) No I ain't a murderer
I'm Jake the Rake, yo if I'm hurtin the
vaginal area, fallopian and your cervix
I strongly that for your gen' you get some Jergens
I find it not to force the issue
I just blow my shit and wipe you see a head it's like
Use em and em away, see a hoe a day is essential
If you want a of the rock, trick, go to Prudential
cause I rock a buyer on the treetop
And when the wind blows, my dick'll get hard, the cradle rock
I'm like the on NBC, Nuttin But Cock
I pump, pump it up yo, like a Reebok
Hey, I don't junk, but I'm a Junkyard Dog
And when I it's a Hazzard, so call me Boss Hog
Or Roscoe Pecol, ohhhhh!
the sound of the Caravan... running the train
yeahhhh yeahh,
That's the sound of the Caravan, running the
Owwowhwahaheha! it out, check it out yeah, in yo' eye!
Yeahh! Hahhh! Yeahh!
Twilite Tone got up my sleeve
got tricks up my sleeve
Yo DRK got up my sleeve
De La got tricks up my sleeve
JuJu got tricks up my
The Nubian Nut got up my sleeve
Com Sense got up my sleeve
("Wait... I got another up my sleeve")

I'm not a or a Rake or a hoe, but I got the mo' better
for of the class
And if you ask me I'm not tryin ta be
I'm not a bitch like Givens I'm concerned about your
plastic, ask it, I'll tell you you wanna know
And if I tell you no, be all up on it dope
Frontin so your won't know that you got the 86
so you me a bitch
You get your kicks, but Kix and Trix are for
I turn no tricks, I don't suck no Dix-ie cups
I hops in the Hubba Bubba I'm like
Al B. stud, cause if I'm not lover or your friend
try to spend, waste your time
tryin to get a taste of mine but you ain't mine
So a new type puss, cause if I don't like you
you ain't gettin service G, this the drivethru
by, way far, and everything'll be groovy
Then you pester me? Yo I'ma tell ya the Nubians
Move on black brotha on
You move on black brotha move on