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
so each year,
But the Mornin'
Stoned is here.
So let it rain, and let the rock
And if ya me
Just drop top
on...
Hey hey hey
Well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well

And I be them northern pike
on a ten pound test
Success, never fess, a guess
I be the early stoned pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the party big booty
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million dollar
And the ten brain,
Been too long, too much cocaine,
But now I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to
Left to right, all
My tight, I wish you might
Take a
Out of this toxic, melodic, neurotic product
from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in
Top Dog get

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey hey hey
on yo.

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

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock
Just throw your side to side, hip hop y'all
throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party stop y'all

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

Ridin' around the
Me and Kid Rock up to no good
With the boogie
With your leather miniskirt and we got 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, times 24, 12
Day in and day out
get funky
Come on
the boogie drama
With the drama
With the boogie