Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't See Me

[King
I run that old gangsterism on the
The name is King Tee, I guns like it's formal
With the respect I be chillin
Knockin MC's out cause I'm the 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 Caddy
Yeah, goes Big Daddy, heh
In my I keep a whole fifth of 'gnac
in there some extra hollow points for my strap
Cause I bust on fools, I shoot fools that front
The last of the few with the
King Tipsy, who flips the, rhymes like I'm
You know these 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 with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
You see me!
"To all my with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. ya at-at-at?"

Tee]
Huh, I'm really into with fat cats
Hoochies, and hoes, and some
I take 'em to the Snooty Fox for the
but if real proper, we hit the Comfort Inn
I a fifth of Tanqueray and some Squirt
A fat bag of chronic then we're coolin like
Turn on the porno just to set the mood
Toss the bitch up and her ass in the room
Cause a bitch shit like Snoop told it
All I do is and let the next man hold it
I chill at the bar because that's the
where a bitch'll get ten just rubbin on the cock
Yeah, Tee bein a trick work
You won't spend my on no (??)
and that's real, comin a real-ass 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 with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
You see me!
"To all my with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. ya at?"

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

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

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