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 Early
Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the rock
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 northern
Like on a ten pound
Success, fess, take a guess
I be the mornin' stoned pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the party big booty
Chillin, like a villian, balloon Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the dollar talent
And the ten brain,
Been gone too long, too cocaine,
But now I'm back, on the block
I'm to rock
to right, all night
My game's tight, I you might
a bite
Out of this toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in
Top Dog get

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

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

"What's up?"
So get a look bro
Get a good
I'm in Detroit
but my name aint
Spreadin' a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay fuckin' 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 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 rock 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 your 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 Marquis
Rag top, drop down, on chrome D's bitch
The purple furs and the gold trim
I only bust the fat
And I don't be givin a who da hell can rap better than 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,
From the to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the that I rock

Ooh baby, baby, let me love 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 hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw 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

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

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

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