Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks up My Sleeve

I'm a Jake, I bake 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, goodie
I don't be droppin' squat but to the heads they think it's
I'm skippin' over every 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 doin'
Oh word? What's name?

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

Aight check it, you see I only bag ya for a
You never see me beggin', you see the slimmie
In my headroom, mo' yet my bedroom
Tippedy tokin', and stutterin' as if she's Max
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 gen' you get some Jergens
I find it beneficial, not to the issue

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

And when the wind blows, my dick will get hard, the cradle rock
I'm the peacock on NBC, nuttin' but cock
I pump, pump, it up yo, like a Reebok
Hey, I don't sell junk but I'm a Dog
And when I it's 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, 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 tricks up my
De La Soul got up my sleeve

got tricks up my sleeve
The Nubian Nut got tricks up my
Com Sense got tricks up my
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 ta be drastic
I'm not a bitch like Robin I'm concerned
About your plastic, ask it, I'll tell you what you 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 are for kids
I turn no tricks, I don't 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 your
Don't try to spend, your time
Tryin' to get a taste of mine but you ain't 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 everything be groovy
Then you me? Yo I'ma tell ya like the Nubians
Move on black move on
You move on black brotha move on