Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks up My Sleeve

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

And it's goodie, gumdrops
I don't be droppin' 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, aiyyo man, ay man, look at ol'
She got a big ass
(Yo man, sic her)
Aiy man, ay, hey sweetheart, how you

I'm doin'
Oh word? What's 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 no I ain't a murderer
(Re drum?)

I'm Jake the Rake, yo if I'm hurtin' the vaginal area
tubes and your cervix
I strongly recommend that for your gen' you get some
I find it beneficial, not to the issue

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

Or Roscoe Pecol, oh
the sound of the Caravan running the train, yeah, yeah, bitch
That's the 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
Immenslope got up my sleeve
Yo DRK got up my sleeve
De La Soul got tricks up my

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

I'm not a or a Rake or a hoe
But I got the mo' for head of the class
And if you ask me I'm not tryin' ta be
I'm not a bitch Robin Givens I'm concerned
About your plastic, ask it, I'll tell you what you wanna

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

I hops in the hubba Hubba 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 but you ain't tastin' mine
So find a new puss, 'cause if I don't like you

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