Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't See Me

[King
I run that old gangsterism on the
The name is King Tee, I pack like it's formal
With the respect I be chillin
Knockin MC's out cause I'm the best in this
I be the G-R-E-A-T, majestic
Magical, radical, the technique is
I, floss upon the scene in the front and Caddy
Yeah, here Big Daddy, heh
In my I keep a whole fifth of 'gnac
in there with some extra hollow for my strap
I bust on fools, I shoot down fools that front
The last of the few with the
Tipsy, who flips the, rhymes like I'm crazy
You these artificial gangsters can't fade Tee
The original G, 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 the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
You see me!
"To all my with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
"To all my people the funk.." ".. where ya at-at-at?"

[King
Huh, I'm really into girls with fat
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 we're coolin like Levert
Turn on the porno just to set the mood
Toss the bitch up and her ass in the room
a bitch ain't 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
a bitch'll get ten dollars just rubbin on the cock
Yeah, Tee bein a won't work
You won't my money on no (??)
and that's real, from a real-ass G
I'ma just toss yo' ass like a salad beatch, you 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 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 doubts cause, I'm what it's about
The funky drunk man, in front with the
And niggaz wanna test the
cause I bring passion, for who's askin
I don't trip I just, hit the for the funk shit
I fuck with the punk shit
I slang my rap 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
They'll know, the original G, from the
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 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?"

{*scratches ad-libbed to