Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks up My Sleeve

I'm a Jake, I don't a cake
I'm not a daddy, you know the type 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 droppin' squat but to the 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? your name?

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

Aight it, you see I only bag ya for a second
You never see me beggin', you see the naked
In my headroom, mo' yet my bedroom
Tippedy tokin', and stutterin' as if Max Headroom
Red no I ain't a murderer
(Re drum?)

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

I just blow my shit and you see a head it's like tissue
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 rock a 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, a Reebok
Hey, I sell junk but I'm a Junkyard Dog
And when I Duke a Hazard, so call me Boss Hog

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

Twilite Tone got tricks up my
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 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, tell you what you wanna know

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

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

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