Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't See Me

[King
I run that old on the normal
The name is King Tee, I pack guns like it's
With the utmost I be chillin
Knockin MC's out cause I'm the in this building
I be the G-R-E-A-T, plus
Magical, radical, the technique is
I, floss upon the scene in the front and Caddy
Yeah, goes Big Daddy, heh
In my trunk I keep a fifth of 'gnac
in there with some hollow points for my strap
Cause I bust on fools, I shoot down that front
The last of the few with the
King Tipsy, who flips the, rhymes I'm crazy
You know these artificial can't fade Tee
The original G, from the
I'm no on the funk 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 with the funk.." ".. where ya at-at-at?"

[King
Huh, I'm really girls with fat cats
Hoochies, and hoes, and hoodrats
I take 'em to the Snooty Fox for the
but if they proper, we hit the Comfort Inn
I grab a of Tanqueray and some Squirt
A fat bag of chronic then we're coolin Levert
Turn on the flicks just to set the mood
Toss the bitch up and leave her ass in the
Cause a bitch ain't shit like Snoop it
All I do is toss and let the man hold it
I chill at the bar that's the spot
where a bitch'll get ten dollars just rubbin on the
Yeah, Tee bein a trick work
You spend my money on no (??)
and that's real, comin from a G
I'ma just toss yo' ass like a beatch, you can't see me

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

[King
Now I'ma take the verse to the neck
then ask who's next and, ask who
I bring Tha Alkaholik spirit to the
two 40's, then hit the boom
Release all your doubts cause, I'm it's about
The funky drunk man, in front the stout
And niggaz wanna test the
cause I passion, for those who's askin
I don't I just, hit the switch for the funk shit
I fuck with the punk shit
I slang my rap like crack, and niggaz be
A blast for the buck
then spark, and yo oh, peace to Mark
for the beat from Carolina to the streets
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 with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
You see me!
"To all my people the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
"To all my people the funk.." ".. where ya at?"

{*scratches to fade*}