Luyện nghe bài hát E.m.s.p.

A ha ha, right motherfuckers
I'm Back.
This is the true story about
it
Times are
Talk it
More so year,
But the Mornin'
Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the rock
And if ya me
Just that top
on...
Hey hey hey
Well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well

And I be catchin' them northern
on a ten pound test
Success, never fess, a guess
I be the early mornin' pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the party big pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million talent
And the ten brain,
Been gone too long, too cocaine,
But now I'm back, on the block
I'm to rock
to right, all night
My game's tight, I wish you
Take a
Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic
from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest label in town
Top Dog get

Radio won't play me, but still I got the around
the world Kid Rock crazy
witches be flyin' on broomsticks,
Kid be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch
I from the sticks
from the RO

"Kid Rock I no bitch"
Ah, yes you are ho
So frontin' like ya don't know,
when I step straight into the with my homeboy

"What's up?"
So get a look bro
Get a good
I'm made in
but my name aint
Spreadin' like a cancer, a
While you're really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest MC of all
Got my on the D
And the D on my And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see
Hit me twice with the Tussin and the IV
I be
What call an O-G bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' Early Stoned Pimp

Now your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop

Just throw hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop

Now I'm the self made mack on a on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the roll clause
A Lincoln and a Gran Marquis
Rag top, drop down, on chrome D's bitch
The purple furs and the gold trim
I bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a who da hell can rap better than me
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,
Early stoned pimpin
I been down, around,
From the to the top
down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock

Ooh baby, baby, baby let me ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, just fuck ya
the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Im the Early Morning Pi-imp

Hey hey hey
on yo.

Now throw your hands in the air and let's y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop
Just throw hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit don't stop y'all

Just throw hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your side to side, hip hop y'all
Just your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock don't stop y'all

My is Tino, you know
Baby get funky,
I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no junkie
with the Kid in my '71
To the of love
get us some, ladies
We keep em on a ah
Midgets in the wanna smell my finger
Comin' for ya baby cause so sure bumpin'
How do ya me now in my brand new Turban
I'm a born hoodlum
Not Raft
One of these days you kids will pay for my
So groove baby, baby call your mama
I'm like Charlie baby
I got the boogie
With the drama
the boogie drama
With the drama

around the neighborhood
Me and Kid were up to no good
the boogie drama
With your miniskirt and we got some wine
the radio ya look so fine
With the boogie
With the drama
get funky, that's my job
Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, 24, times 12
Day in and day out
Let's get
on everybody
With the boogie
With the drama
the boogie drama