Luyện nghe bài hát E.m.s.p.

A ha ha, that's right
I'm Back.
is the true story about mackin
it
Times are
about it
More so year,
But the Mornin'
Stoned is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar
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 pike
Like on a ten pound
Success, never fess, a guess
I be the early mornin' pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the big booty pinchin'
Chillin, a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin
the million dollar talent
And the ten brain,
gone 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
a bite
Out of this here toxic, melodic, product
Fresh the harvest
be the largest, hardest smartest label in town
Top Dog get

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey hey hey
on yo.

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

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

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

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