Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks up My Sleeve

I'm a Jake, I don't a cake
I'm not a cake daddy, you know the type be up in a Caddy
With a drop top, see when I hoe hop, I it to the bus stop
(What?)

And it's goodie, gumdrops
I be droppin' squat but to the heads they think it's topnotch
I'm skippin' over other dip as if it's
Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hopscotch,

Aiy, aiyyo man, ay man, at ol' girl
She got a big ass
(Yo man, sic her)
Aiy man, ay, hey sweetheart, how you

I'm fine
Oh word? your name?

Why you come over 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' better yet my
tokin', and stutterin' as if she's Max Headroom
Red room no I ain't a
(Re drum?)

I'm Jake the Rake, yo sorry if I'm hurtin' the area
Fallopian and your cervix
I recommend that for your gen' you get some Jergens
I find it beneficial, not to force the

I just blow my shit and wipe you see a it's like tissue
Use 'em and throw 'em away, see a hoe a day is
If you want a of the rock, trick, go to Prudential
'Cause I rock a buyer on the treetop

And the wind blows, my dick will get hard, the cradle will rock
I'm like the peacock on NBC, nuttin' but
I pump, pump, pump it up yo, a Reebok
Hey, I don't sell junk but I'm a Dog
And when I Duke a Hazard, so call me Boss Hog

Or Roscoe Pecol, oh
That's the sound of the Caravan running the train, yeah, yeah,
the sound of the Caravan, running the train
Oh, wa, ha, he, ha, check it out, it out yeah, in yo' eye
Yeah, ha,

Twilite Tone got tricks up my
got tricks up my sleeve
Yo DRK got up my sleeve
De La Soul got up my sleeve

JuJu got tricks up my
The Nubian Nut got up my sleeve
Com got tricks up my sleeve
Wait, I got another trick up my

I'm not a Jake or a 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 Robin Givens I'm concerned
About your plastic, ask it, I'll tell you you wanna know

And if I tell you no, don't be all up on it
Frontin' so your won't know that you got the 86
So you call me a bitch, you get your kicks but Kix and are for kids
I don't turn no tricks, I don't suck no Dix-ie

I hops in the hubba Hubba I'm like
Al B. stud, 'cause if I'm not your or your friend
Don't try to spend, your time
Tryin' to get a taste of mine but you ain't tastin'
So find a new type puss, if I don't like you

You ain't service G, this ain't the drivethru
by, way far, and everything will be groovy
Then you pester me? Yo I'ma tell ya the Nubians
Move on black move on
You gotta move on black move on