Luyện nghe bài hát Gingerbread Man

"J'aibe d'un crayon..."

You make it
And it
And hope the pigs don't
And keep your mission
No to come and fake it

Spin a CD
You know it's T
to your party
With no
All at function
This no usual luncheon
I see what I like and I jump in

Float a Cadillac
Girl can ya that?
Hittin' on
Now you don't how to act

I'm your Motorola
Your new
At until you get tired of my new poster
It's the money, and bread and never fantasy
A situation change your whole anatomy

Who hit the
Hot as a crack
out the cash box
And left the flash(?) doc(?)

Shit, you
soin d'un crayon
The Man
J'aibe soin crayon

My young Don Juan
He hooked you butta pecan (?)
That was real sweet
Sumthin' I keep

I like a Gipsy
Rap till I'm
Fly a Frisbee
But hung like a

You know, I
And there, I go
All on the
Me and my queen

I eats
The
Shrimp
And I clown, hoe
I smile a criminal

I can be Ecstasy
you a whole new recipe
Don't even why you step to me
you ain't impressed with me

I ain't trippin'
I hear my homies
And when there's involved
Man they stallin'

it up and then cook it up
Man shook it up and then it up
And it up and then chop it up
Man flock it up and cop it up

I hit the trains(?) and thangs
there rappin' till the rain done came
Till' the done changed

Man get it mayne
And don't it mayne...

Shit, So
Don't think that I can split it
The Man
me if you can

You there... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"
Bartender, bartender... "J'aibe d'un crayon"
Waitress, waitress... "J'aibe d'un crayon"
You I'm playin' baby? ... "J'aibe soin d'un crayon"

Shit, shit...

"J'aibe soin crayon..."