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 Mornin'
Stoned 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 them northern pike
Like on a ten test
Success, never fess, a guess
I be the early mornin' pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the big booty pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, fillin Whack MC killin, the fine 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 game's tight, I you might
a bite
Out of this here toxic, melodic, product
Fresh from the
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
witches be flyin' on broomsticks,
Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom biatch
I from the sticks
Straight the RO

"Kid I ain'ts 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 good
I'm in Detroit
but my aint Stanzler
like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay like Billy 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 with the Tussin and the IV
I be
they call an O-G bitch
I'm the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

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

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

Now I'm the self made mack on a on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the high clause
A Continental and a Gran Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's
The furs and the gold trim glasses
I only the fat asses
And I don't be givin a who da hell can rap better than me
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, is for pimpin,
mornin' stoned pimpin
I been down, around,
From the to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the that I rock

Ooh baby, baby, baby let me ya
Or if you wanna get your on, I'll just fuck ya
the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Im the Morning Stoned Pi-imp

Hey hey hey
on yo.

Now throw your hands in the air and 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 don't stop y'all

Just your hands up high, let's rock y'all
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

My name is Tino, you
let's get funky,
I'm Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie
Cruisin' the Kid in my '71
To the of love
Gonna get us some,
We keep em on a ah
in the house 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 natural hoodlum
Not George
One of these days you kids will pay for my
So groove baby, groove baby call mama
I'm Charlie Hooker baby
I got the boogie
With the drama
With the drama
With the drama

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