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 I be chillin
MC's out cause I'm the best 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, here Big Daddy, heh
In my trunk I keep a whole fifth of
in there with some hollow points for my strap
Cause I bust on fools, I shoot down that front
The of the few with the funk
King Tipsy, who flips the, rhymes like I'm
You know these gangsters can't fade Tee
The G, from the C-P-T
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 people with the funk.." ".. 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 they real proper, we hit the Inn
I grab a fifth of and some Squirt
A fat bag of chronic then we're coolin Levert
Turn on the porno flicks to set the mood
Toss the bitch up and leave her ass in the
Cause a bitch ain't shit Snoop told it
All I do is toss and let the next man it
I chill at the bar because that's the
where a bitch'll get ten dollars just on the cock
Yeah, Tee bein a trick work
You spend my money on no (??)
and that's real, comin a real-ass G
I'ma just yo' ass like a salad beatch, you can't see me

"To all my people the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
You see me!
"To all my people 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 take the third verse to the
then ask who's next and, ask who
I bring Tha Alkaholik to the room
Down two 40's, hit the boom
Release all your doubts cause, I'm it's about
The funky drunk man, in front the stout
And wanna test the fashion
cause I bring passion, for those who's
I don't trip I just, hit the for the funk shit
I don't fuck with the punk
I my rap like crack, and niggaz be cluckin
A quick for the buck
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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