Luyện nghe bài hát For Pete's Sake

Here come's the rugged one the way I flip it
I collect the and then I knock the boots
A smooth dark lover prefer to be the chocolate lover
I can do wonders under cover
I'm dip dip dope I rhyme riz ope
I like soap 'cause it's the great black hope
Stay from the penile I can rock the senile
Hons alway wave 'cause slick bunile
Pete Rock on the boot knock, on the knock
Plus the way that I blood clot

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm,
So funky, a street junky
Like I said before, we go,

For Pete's sake I and update, wait, I radiate
The dub played to navigate the tune I
I fit a slipper, so catch the Big Dipper
Vital are quicker, not the flat line picture
Showtime original, official with the smooth
I hit the cliches on the
With the soul technician to fill the
In addition listen to the mission
The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K.,
With the to Brut by Faberge
No doubt, to shout about a segment
Off spring the lyrics when the microphone's
Give it a rubdown, now here's the
Everywhere you go you hear from the Vernon
for pound, uptown, I get down
And bound to spin the like a merry-go-round
The cut don't flow I touch is not a preemie
And who would see me when I dream of Jeanie
I don't think so, peace, I go
And like an earthquake, cousin, for Pete's sake

To my man

Here come's the rugged one, the way I flip it
I collect the loot and then I the boots
A smooth dark lover, to be called the chocolate lover
'Cause I can do under cover
I'm dip-dip-dope, I rhyme like
I cleanse like soap, 'cause it's the great hope
Stay away the penile, I can rock the senile
Hons alway wave 'cause I'm slick lunile
Pete Rock on the knock, on the boot knock
the way that I flow blood clot
Yo, my cock-diesel and I can do the hustle
Niggaz know the time, I don't have to flex a
I'm not the type to fake it, I wouldn't try to it
Tie your girl to the back of my butt-naked
her monkey ass down the hill
So if you don't want beef, money, for Pete's sake

To my man
Music

The Mecca's sweet nectar, maybe 'cause you need it
There's a in the sky, but I wonder if you see it
In the days of thunder, notice how I simplex in the proper
Here steps the one, the answer to the
Survey says the black press can make you
The staff to the craft, the stroke of a
Pefect stranger, melody
Loopholes are filled when I build the skill
Liquid steels the mic on the chill
No financial aid wade when I'm
as the Everglade, the escapade a renagade
Study in the archives, place your bet,
Head crack back to for the bail money
For you, a chapter, slayed by the
Lickin' on your daughter, say, south of the
Now, we are with the funky repertoire
Draw warm like a spa, star, all the hoopla
C.L. and Pete Rock
Could break and penetrate, piece of cake, cousin, for sake

To my man
For Sake, c'mon