Luyện nghe bài hát Animal

They never ever let you out
Cold animal with a from the South
Whatcha gonna say? Whatcha do?
Cause you know they coming, coming you
out for the D-Boys
Watch out for the boys in

You keep it moving
You know they're taking at you
Cause you're an
we go (Alabama's own buddy)
Promenade (And I'm in a now)
(Bringing them home baby)
To the stage, Ricky Bobby in a NASCAR
Running over like I'm in a bar
Sentimental in a cookie jar
Be the late night snack I'm Claus
Down in Beach, drunk, in my under-alls
Playin' underwear volleyball with your
I bothered by you're triple D's, not at all
Let me 'em up for ya baby while you walk
get the party bumpin', let me do my thing
If the marijuana plant need
it in a bong let it start bubbling,
know I mean
bean Badda Badda Bing
Trashy white pass the mic, I'm doin'm dirty
Fists pumpin' when I'm in the lights, like I'm rapping in Jersey
Never get in elementary never learned to write in cursive
by the country B-Boys,
I'm perfect
Rack it in, pack 'em in to the again, rap it up
Wrap it in sicker a pack of 10 Mini-thins
You'll get when I win, but I won't loose in fact I'm win
Win again, with another hand, here's hand, here's another hand
Dealer can I get another hand, a
King, King, King, King
Btch in the Dirty South and you know we're gettin' clean
Rich, yeah!
They should'a ever let you out
animal with a mouth from the South
Whatcha say? Whatcha gonna do?
Cause you know coming, coming
you
Watch out for the
out for the boys in blue
You keep it moving (nooow)
You know they're taking at you
you're an animal
Candy-coated whip over candy coated rappers (vro-oom)
Panties on her drip do a flip for me, baby be an acrobatic actor
Action!
Do a cart on a bar
Will you do a cart wheel I chill on a bar stool
Will I throw a dart at a wet
Well if I see a whale I'ma a fckin' harpoon
Go looney toons and lose your fruit of the
To prove you're in the you're shroomin' to the moon
But in the morning you're wakin' up a broom
Swept off your cause Roshelle ain't a groom
I ain't poppin' the cherry, I'm berry moonshine
Hop in the bedroom, move
If you wanna me, compare me to a legend
Don't me to a young fool
Go get a gun, go get a gun
I'll get a cinnabon and sit upon ya fckin
I live it son, I get it
Fck anyone yea fck anyone who
fckin the crew
Yea throw another bucket in the pool, dry it out now everybody
Cause I'm a lord, I'm a town
A-L-A-B-A-M-A my state, my state of mind 1985 body
lookin' for the little small town keg
Wanna get drunk wanna fall up in a hottie, get like a port-o-potty
So jump on the paddy like a Pakistanian
Packin' a Mac 11 a pack of maniacs, 11: 30 back at it again
I'm ready for the when and where muthafcka
should'a never ever let you out
Cold animal with a mouth the South
Whatcha gonna say? gonna do?
you know they coming, coming after you
Watch out for the
Watch out for the boys in
You better it moving
You they're taking shots at you
you're an animal