Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't See Me

[King
I run that old on the normal
The is King Tee, I pack guns like it's formal
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 is hectic
I, upon the scene in the front and back Caddy
Yeah, goes Big Daddy, heh
In my trunk I keep a whole fifth of
in there with some extra hollow points for my
Cause I on fools, I shoot down fools that front
The last of the few with the
King Tipsy, who flips the, rhymes like I'm
You know artificial gangsters can't fade Tee
The G, from the C-P-T
I'm no on the funk fool, you can't see me

"To all my with the funk.." (Yeah)
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-at-at?"

[King
Huh, I'm really girls with fat cats
Hoochies, and hoes, and some
I 'em to the Snooty Fox for the spin
but if they real proper, we hit the Inn
I grab a fifth of and some Squirt
A fat bag of then we're coolin like Levert
Turn on the porno just to set the mood
the bitch up and leave her ass in the room
Cause a bitch ain't shit like told it
All I do is and let the next 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 a trick won't work
You spend my money on no (??)
and that's real, from a real-ass G
I'ma just toss yo' ass a salad 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 with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"

Tee]
Now I'ma take the verse to the neck
then ask who's and, ask who wrecks?
I Tha Alkaholik spirit to the room
Down two 40's, then hit the
Release all your cause, I'm what it's about
The funky drunk man, in with the stout
And niggaz test the fashion
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 they spark, and yo oh, to Mark
for the beat from Carolina to the Compton
They'll know, the G, from the C-P-T
I "Act a Fool" on the boy, 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?"

{*scratches ad-libbed to