Luyện nghe bài hát That Y'all

Changed my man.
"Makin y'all."
Gotta get the cash get the dough
Gotta keep my
Gotta get the cash get the dough
Peace to Brentwood Town
I'm than that Lex your whipping
with the and pinion
and Firelli tires be gripping
Sometimes I if MC's really know
Mack's eternal bought to you
while in ten feet, of
I grab the mic and turn Ali Baba
With just a dabber, my rhymes are guaranteed to ya
I got funk with the and soul
Cause I've been rockin on the mic since years old
And I can groove with that, fat
rhymers when soupin that
MC's catch a
and where some Nuprin's at
I'm on the like Magnum P.I., F.B.I.
lookin for a man the reason why
And it'll cost more Lee Majors
to fix after I kicks my flavor
Puff and Puff and blow the House
is what the Mack do I get down
down, boyeee (get down)
One two, Mack man's in effect
get the cash gotta get the dough
Move with the
Cause we the moves on down
Kick the funk, hahhhh.
I'm like the rapper, known to man
Got MC's meltin in and not inside my hand (c'mon)
And you can try to, a rhyme-a
but the pace that I race'll have you lookin a old timer (old timer)
Do you want to pay a visit, to exquisite (aheh)
that'll leave you standin colder than a winter (AHH)
engagin, extra blazin
Who's you fazin? Power ain't more amazin (amazin)
Rhyme flipper, (uh-huh, say what)
Rip-a-rhyme-double-dipper while you on my zipper
I want to know who's been naughty or
with the device, turnin men into mice (yeah)
I can flip funk back and forth, and back
Ride more super rhymes against the track, em Mack (tell em)
I got Bad Boy as my (that's right)
As we on the funk called MC subtract
Got flow for days, got to amaze (uh-huh, c'mon)
Got the brand new funk, the brand new craze boyeee
the dope (one two)
We break all of the on down (yeah)
Gotta get the cash get the dough
Mo Bee, it.
Bustin out, in the
Makin moves, with the
One two, as we get
We gon' get this
Come on everybody, let's all get
Got rhymes by the ton while you a pound (whoo!)
Supercagafragalistic type of MC
That be me, could not see (can't see)
I don't feel the pressure, of an MC
that I got a rhyme for in my top
Craig Mack, Bad Boy
Fat Funkster be gettin, for Fat be hittin (c'mon)
this man's turn to earn
Since my birth, a penny now is MC's (c'mon)
And MC's are nuttin but a take a toke-a
Smoke fatter the Ayatollah
Can't ever stop the Craig Mack plans
to grab MC's, and em in my hands (as we get busier)
I said before, here comes the Mack
Power-packed in black, to make you see mad
As we get
in nine-four with the funk hits on the floor
Gotta get the cash gotta get the