Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't See Me

[King
I run old gangsterism on the normal
The is King Tee, I pack guns like it's formal
With the utmost respect I be
Knockin MC's out cause I'm the best in this
I be the G-R-E-A-T, plus
Magical, radical, the technique is
I, upon the scene in the front and back Caddy
Yeah, here Big Daddy, heh
In my I keep a whole fifth of 'gnac
in with some extra hollow points for my strap
Cause I bust on fools, I shoot down fools front
The last of the few with the
King Tipsy, who the, rhymes like I'm crazy
You know these gangsters can't fade Tee
The original G, the C-P-T
I'm no joke on the fool, you can't see me

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

Tee]
Huh, I'm really into girls fat cats
Hoochies, and hoes, and hoodrats
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 Squirt
A fat bag of then we're coolin like Levert
Turn on the porno just to set the mood
Toss the bitch up and leave her ass in the
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 because the spot
where a bitch'll get ten dollars just on the cock
Yeah, Tee bein a trick won't
You spend my money on no (??)
and that's real, comin from a G
I'ma toss yo' ass like a salad beatch, you can't see me

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

[King
Now I'ma take the third verse to the
ask who's next and, ask who wrecks?
I bring Tha Alkaholik to the room
two 40's, then hit the boom
Release all doubts cause, I'm what it's about
The funky man, in front with the stout
And niggaz wanna the fashion
cause I bring passion, for those askin
I trip I just, hit the switch for the funk shit
I fuck with the punk shit
I slang my rap crack, and niggaz be cluckin
A blast for the buck
then they spark, and yo oh, peace to
for the from Carolina to the Compton 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 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?"

{*scratches ad-libbed to