Luyện nghe bài hát Tricks up My Sleeve

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

And it's goodie, goodie
I be droppin' squat but to the heads they think it's topnotch
I'm skippin' over 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 fine
Oh What's your name?

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

check it, you see I only bag ya for a second
You never see me beggin', you see the 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 the Rake, yo sorry 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 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
I rock a buyer babe on the treetop

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

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

Tone got tricks up my sleeve
Immenslope got up my sleeve
Yo DRK got tricks up my
De La Soul got tricks up my

JuJu got up my sleeve
The Nubian Nut got up my sleeve
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' better for of the class
And if you ask me I'm not tryin' ta be
I'm not a bitch like Givens I'm concerned
About your plastic, ask it, I'll you what you wanna know

And if I tell you no, don't be all up on it
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 don't turn no tricks, I don't suck no Dix-ie

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