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 pullin' up in a
With a drop top, see I hoe hop, I kick it to the bus stop
(What?)

And goodie, goodie gumdrops
I don't be squat but to the heads they think it's topnotch
I'm skippin' over every other dip as if
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?

Why you come over to the house
So I can put you in the buck

check it, you see I only 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 Max Headroom
Red room no I a murderer
(Re drum?)

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

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

And when the wind blows, my dick get hard, the cradle will rock
I'm like the peacock on NBC, but cock
I pump, pump, pump it up yo, a Reebok
Hey, I sell junk but I'm a Junkyard Dog
And when I Duke it's a Hazard, so call me Hog

Or Pecol, oh pain
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, it out, check it out yeah, in yo' eye
Yeah, ha,

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

JuJu got up my sleeve
The Nubian Nut got tricks up my
Com Sense got 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 like Robin Givens I'm
your plastic, ask it, I'll tell you what you wanna know

And if I tell you no, be all up on it dope
Frontin' so your friends won't 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 Bubba I'm like
Al B. stud, 'cause if I'm not your lover or friend
try to spend, waste your time
Tryin' to get a taste of mine but you tastin' mine
So find a new type puss, 'cause if I like you

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