Luyện nghe bài hát Clifton

Yeah, straight from the
man
J. reno, Keith
Kool

I used to rock a butt banger with a hanger
Snap back with slaps, bypass them corny raps
Perhaps action, maxin' in the turb' relaxin'
Unique investigator, sportin' more

From here to Virginia clubs I step up in ya
Tell the maid from my toes to my shoulder
Extreme act up on front stage, 'em back up
You get that that head piece gettin' slapped up

Now yo' lip up, you drop that mic, you turn yo' lip down
I spin on like, blowin' mics, make you sit down
From here to North Carolina, 95 to Carolina
Atlanta, Georgia, flowin' down like I'm water

Mexican, Indian, fly girls, the Puerto
Pum pum pump, the oh eight oh eight oh eight oh peakin'
Now start spectacular, expert, them will work
Bronx bomber em strip Eddy tip that fine mama

Hydraulics expand, while bang like gap band
I clap hand, his mic, give him five to my man
Switch his work to talent shows, I do
up shirts like fourth of July atomic fireworks
Extraction attack, white backpacks on wack macks,

Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)
Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)

My name is Clifton Santiago
At the bodega, I a fat sandwich major
You know my switches, drop, scrapin' sparks
I these bitches, white Asian Puerto Rican

Black Russian with jungle fever, I ain't hatin'
A cup more coppertone, I'm cappin' on kinky ear
Bitches stare, 'cause I'm wild cock diesel
Boy, hopin' that I they girls in this song

Bodda boom bodda bing bodda bing da bing bong, yo it
I call up televas-quez, gettin' ass
And when he finish, up Santiago and bring the cash
I'm out to desecrate, move wild state

I got your lickin' ass, suckin' hairy balls
My occupation downfall and bringin' bad luck
My name is Santiago salesman at the mall
I'm [Unverified], a hundred niggaz deep up in the movies

Like Greg I'm groovy, yo, Bobby, sit and the movie
And kick that hoe out that one tooth, lookin' goofy
She's on my tab, better make to pay her half
They I'm wild, I don't mess around with chicken heads
and Fred, Wilma, Betty, Bam-Bam, Pebbles

Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)
Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)

Slidin' the back of the do'
You see me in the midst with my pistol, ev dog
Flyin' is my job, I will clobber you
backwards, chosin' jacket turn around

Gloves on, opposite
Can you me?
I wear blu shades so you can't see what I see
Holdin' a mirror up, so I run into nobody

But I don't care, 'cause I karate
Vulcan and that yoga too
Don't you know I'm Armstrong in the flesh
With a mocha tan and a mind?

Like chairhead Chippendale,
Yes, no? Maybe not
But if I got a lip zip
jeans on, walkin' through a crowded room

Avoid all contact me, click boom
scatter stop that chatter they resort to screamin'
Am I dreamin', drunk or just zooted
I help call 9-1-1 pronto

My operandi is complete
One down, many to go, others to
The argonaut is ain't no circus sideshow
Ringling and Barnum and we are not
Wild kingdom mutual of cal

Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)
Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)

Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)
Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)