Luyện nghe bài hát Gingerbread Man

"J'aibe soin crayon..."

You better it
And it
And hope the don't take
And keep mission basic
No time to and fake it

Spin a CD
You it's Nicky T
Come to party
no apology
All at function
This ain't no luncheon
I see I like and then I jump in

like a Cadillac
Girl can ya that?
on cognac
Now you know how to act

I'm your favourite
new Coca-Cola
At least you get tired of my new poster
about the money, and bread and never fantasy
A situation might your whole anatomy

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

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

My young tiga Don
He you with butta pecan (?)
there was real sweet
Sumthin' I keep

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

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

I eats
The
combo
And I clown, hoe
I smile like a

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

I trippin' darlin'
I hear my callin'
And there's money involved
Man they despise

it up and then cook it up
Man shook it up and then it up
And rock it up and then it up
Man it up and then cop it up

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

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

Shit, So
think that I can split it mayne
The Man
me if you can

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

Shit, shit...

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