Luyện nghe bài hát E.m.s.p.

A ha ha, right motherfuckers
I'm Back.
This is the true about mackin
it
Times are
about it
More so year,
But the Mornin'
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' them pike
Like on a ten pound
Success, never fess, take a
I be the early stoned pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the big booty pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the ho drillin
With the dollar talent
And the ten brain,
gone too long, too much cocaine,
But now that I'm back, on the
I'm ready to
Left to right, all
My tight, I wish you might
Take a
Out of this here toxic, melodic, product
Fresh from the
Who'll be the largest, hardest label in town
Top Dog get

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

"Kid I ain'ts 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 good
I'm in Detroit
but my aint Stanzler
like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the MC of all time
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
they call an O-G bitch
I'm the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

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

throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop
Just throw your hands up high, let's 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 high clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on D's bitch
The purple furs and the gold trim
I bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better 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 mornin' pimpin
I down, been 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 get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Im the Early Stoned Pi-imp

Hey hey hey
on yo.

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 y'all
Because the party don't stop y'all

Just your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw hands side to side, hip hop y'all
throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid 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
Cruisin' the Kid in my '71
To the crib of
Gonna get us some,
We keep em on a ah
Midgets in the house wanna smell my
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 kids pay for my autograph
So groove baby, groove call your mama
I'm like Charlie baby
I got the drama
the boogie drama
With the drama
With the boogie

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