Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't See Me

[King
I run that old on the normal
The name is King Tee, I pack like it's formal
the utmost respect I be chillin
Knockin out cause I'm the best in this building
I be the G-R-E-A-T, majestic
Magical, radical, the is hectic
I, floss upon the scene in the front and back
Yeah, here Big Daddy, heh
In my trunk I keep a whole of 'gnac
in there some extra hollow points for my strap
Cause I bust on fools, I shoot down fools that
The of the few with the funk
Tipsy, who flips the, rhymes like I'm crazy
You these artificial gangsters can't fade Tee
The original G, from the
I'm no joke on the fool, you can't see me

"To all my people the funk.." (Yeah)
You see me!
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. ya at?"
You see me!
"To all my people the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
"To all my people the funk.." ".. where ya at-at-at?"

Tee]
Huh, I'm really into girls with fat
Hoochies, and hoes, and some
I 'em to the Snooty Fox for the spin
but if they proper, we hit the Comfort Inn
I grab a fifth of Tanqueray and some
A fat bag of chronic then we're like Levert
on the porno flicks just to set the mood
Toss the bitch up and her ass in the room
Cause a bitch ain't like Snoop told it
All I do is toss and let the next man it
I chill at the bar because that's the
a bitch'll get ten dollars just rubbin on the cock
Yeah, Tee bein a won't work
You won't spend my on no (??)
and real, comin from a real-ass G
I'ma just toss yo' ass like a salad beatch, you see me

"To all my people with the funk.." ".. ya at?"
You see me!
"To all my with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
You see me!
"To all my people the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. ya at?"

[King
Now I'ma the third verse to the neck
then ask next and, ask who wrecks?
I Tha Alkaholik spirit to the room
Down two 40's, hit the boom
Release all your doubts cause, I'm what it's
The funky drunk man, in front with the
And niggaz wanna the fashion
cause I bring passion, for who's askin
I don't trip I just, hit the for the funk shit
I don't fuck with the shit
I slang my rap like crack, and be cluckin
A quick for the buck
then spark, and yo oh, peace to Mark
for the beat from Carolina to the Compton
They'll know, the original G, the C-P-T
I "Act a Fool" on the boy, you can't see me

"To all my with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
You see me!
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. ya at?"
You see me!
"To all my people the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. ya at?"

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