Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks up My Sleeve

I'm a Jake, I bake a cake
I'm not a cake daddy, you the type be pullin' up in a Caddy
a drop top, see when I hoe hop, I kick 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, 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? your name?

Why don't you over to the house
So I can put you in the bang

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

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

I blow 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 a piece of the rock, trick, go to Prudential
'Cause I rock a buyer on the treetop

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

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

Twilite got tricks up my sleeve
got tricks 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 tricks up my
Com Sense got up my sleeve
Wait, I got another up my sleeve

I'm not a Jake or a or a hoe
But I got the mo' better for of the class
And if you ask me I'm not ta be drastic
I'm not a bitch like Robin Givens I'm
About plastic, ask it, I'll tell you what you wanna know

And if I you no, don't be all up on it dope
so your friends won't know that you got the 86
So you call me a bitch, you get your kicks but Kix and Trix are for
I don't turn no tricks, I suck 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 time
Tryin' to get a taste of but you ain't tastin' mine
So find a new type puss, 'cause if I don't you

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