Luyện nghe bài hát 3 - Minute Rule

I up all night, I go to sleep watching Dragnet
sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet
I'm so rope, they call me Mr.
When the troubles arise, you know I'm the cool
On the mic I score, just the Yankees
Get over on Miss Crabtree like my man Spanky
me young lady I don't mean to trouble ya
Ya so hot inside your BMW
I got lucky, I home the kitten
Before I got busy I slipped on the
Can't get odds because I'm a sure thing
Proud Mary is a and rolling like a ring-ding
Jump the never pay the toll
I did the doo-wah diddy and bust 'em the pre-roll
Customs jailed me over an seed
rat out your boy over some rat weed
I'm out of your back door, I'm into
Your boyfriend doesn't about me and your mother
Not perfect grammar, perfect timing
The Mike stands for and the D is for diamonds

are red, the sky is blue
I got my barrel at 'cha neck so the fuck you gonna do
just two wheels and me, the wind in my eyes
The engine is the music and my by my side
'Cause you Y-A-U-C-H
I'm all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no am I
Going off, getting paid, and I ask why
Playin' on my box, making music for the many
Know a lot of def girls are doing their thing
A lot of parents like to I'm a villain
I'm just chillin', Bob Dylan
Yeah I smoke cheeba, it me with my brain
I be a little dusted but I'm not insane
come up to me and they try to talk shit, man
I was making records you were sucking your mother's dick

Girl, you're walking now in your fancy clothes
You got fancy things that up your nose
You're getting fancy gifts expensive men
You're a dog on a leash a pig in a pen
connection, getting girls' affection
If your needs correction, don't follow my direction
You got 8x10, your agent, your Harley
You'll be driving Hollywood, yo, sorry Charlie
'Cause I'm running things like mack motherfucker
You'll be slipping slack in your face
your a false fake sucker
You slipped your slack, you me and you're wack
While I'm reading "On The Road" by my man Jack
Poetry in motion, coconut
Had to diss the because she got to emotional
Are you little girl?
I want to know what goes on in your little girl
'Cause I'm on your mind, hard to forget me
I'll take pride for a ride if you let me
So peace out, PCP, song out
Full to the bottle and full full clout
And I'm out