Luyện nghe bài hát E.m.s.p.

A ha ha, right motherfuckers
I'm Back.
This is the true story 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 drop top
on...
Hey hey hey
Well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well

And I be catchin' northern pike
on a ten pound test
Success, fess, take a guess
I be the mornin' stoned pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the big booty pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, balloon 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 game's tight, I you might
a bite
Out of here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest in town
Top Dog get

won't play me, but still I got the kids around
the world Kid Rock 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' like ya know,
when I straight into the party with my homeboy

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

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

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

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on
Got the money cut it with the high roll clause
A Continental and a Gran Marquis
Rag top, drop down, on chrome D's bitch
The purple furs and the gold glasses
I only bust the fat
And I don't be a fuck 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,
the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the in the cities that I rock

Ooh baby, baby, let me love 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 your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party stop y'all

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

My name is Tino, you
let's get funky,
I'm like Lenny Bruce but I ain't no goddamn junkie
with the Kid in my '71
To the crib of
Gonna get us some,
We em on a string ah
Midgets in the house smell my finger
Comin' for ya baby your 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 will pay for my autograph
So groove baby, groove call your mama
I'm like Hooker baby
I got the drama
With the drama
With the drama
With the boogie

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