Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks up My Sleeve

I'm a Jake, I don't a cake
I'm not a cake daddy, you 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, goodie
I don't be droppin' squat but to the heads they think it's
I'm skippin' over other 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 What's your name?

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

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
tokin', and stutterin' as if she's Max Headroom
Red room no I ain't a
(Re drum?)

I'm Jake the Rake, yo sorry if I'm hurtin' the vaginal
Fallopian tubes and your
I strongly that for your 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 piece of the rock, trick, go to
'Cause I rock a buyer on the treetop

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

JuJu got 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 plastic, ask it, I'll 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 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 suck no Dix-ie cups

I in the hubba Hubba Bubba 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 type puss, 'cause if I like you

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