Luyện nghe bài hát E.m.s.p.

A ha ha, that's motherfuckers
I'm Back.
is the true story about mackin
it
Times are
about it
More so year,
But the Early
Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar
And if ya me
drop that 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, never fess, a guess
I be the early stoned pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the party big pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the 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
Left to right, all
My game's tight, I you might
a bite
Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic
from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest in town
Top Dog get

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

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

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

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

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

Now I'm the self mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the green cut it with the high roll clause
A Lincoln and a Gran Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on D's bitch
The purple furs and the trim glasses
I bust the fat asses
And I be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me
Cause I'm a fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,
mornin' 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 freak on, I'll just ya
the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Im the Early Morning Stoned

Hey hey hey
on yo.

Now throw your hands in the air and let's y'all
Just 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 your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands 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
Baby get funky,
I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no junkie
Cruisin' the Kid in my '71
To the crib of
Gonna get us some,
We em on a string ah
Midgets in the house wanna smell my
Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure
How do ya me now in my brand new Turban
I'm a born hoodlum
Not George
One of these you kids will pay for my autograph
So groove baby, groove baby call your
I'm like Charlie baby
I got the boogie
With the drama
With the drama
With the boogie

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