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 type be pullin up in a
with a drop top see when I hoe hop I it to the bus stop (what?)
and it's goodie gumdrops
I don't be droppin squat but to the heads they it's topnotch
I'm skippin over 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 your
Rayshel.
Why don't you come to the house so I can put you in the
BANG!
Aight check it, you see I bag ya for a second
You see me beggin, you see the slimmie naked
in my headroom, mo' yet my bedroom
Tippedy tokin, and stutterin as if she's Max
(Redrum?) No I ain't a murderer
I'm Jake the Rake, yo if I'm hurtin the
vaginal area, tubes and your cervix
I recommend that for your gen' you get some Jergens
I find it not to force the issue
I just my shit and wipe you see a head it's like tissue
Use em and em away, see a hoe a day is essential
If you want a piece of the rock, trick, go to
cause I a buyer babe on the treetop
And the wind blows, my dick'll get hard, the cradle will rock
I'm like the peacock on NBC, Nuttin But
I pump, prrrrrrrrrrrump it up yo, like a Reebok
Hey, I don't junk, but I'm a Junkyard Dog
And when I Duke it's a Hazzard, so me Boss Hog
Or Roscoe Pecol, ohhhhh!
the sound of the Caravan... running the train
yeahhhh yeahh,
That's the of the Caravan, running the train
Owwowhwahaheha! it out, check it out yeah, in yo' eye!
Yeahh! Hahhh! Yeahh!
Twilite Tone got up my sleeve
Immenslope got tricks up my
Yo DRK got up my sleeve
De La got tricks up my sleeve
got tricks up my sleeve
The Nubian Nut got tricks up my
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 head of the
And if you ask me I'm not ta be drastic
I'm not a bitch like Robin Givens I'm about your
plastic, ask it, I'll you what you wanna know
And if I tell you no, don't be all up on it
Frontin so friends won't know that you got the 86
so you me a bitch
You get kicks, but Kix and Trix are for kids
I don't turn no tricks, I don't no Dix-ie cups
I hops in the hubba Hubba Bubba I'm
Al B. stud, cause if I'm not your lover or friend
don't try to spend, waste your
tryin to get a taste of mine but you ain't tastin
So find a new type puss, cause if I don't you
you ain't gettin service G, this the drivethru
by, way far, and everything'll be groovy
Then you pester me? Yo tell ya like the Nubians
Move on brotha move on
You gotta move on brotha move on