Luyện nghe bài hát E.m.s.p.

A ha ha, that's motherfuckers
I'm Back.
This is the true story mackin
it
Times are
about it
More so year,
But the Early
Stoned is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar
And if ya me
Just that top
on...
Hey hey hey
Well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well

And I be them northern pike
on a ten pound test
Success, fess, take a guess
I be the mornin' 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 dollar
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 wish you
Take a
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 play me, but I got the kids around
the world Kid Rock crazy
witches be flyin' on broomsticks,
Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom
I from the sticks
from the RO

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

"What's up?"
So get a good bro
Get a gander
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 and the morphine IV
I be
What they call an O-G
I'm the motherfuckin' Mornin' Stoned Pimp

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

Just throw hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock
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 chrome D's
The furs and the gold trim glasses
I bust 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 G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,
Early mornin' pimpin
I been down, around,
From the to the top
Partyin' down the slimmies 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
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch,
Im the Morning Stoned Pi-imp

Hey hey hey
on yo.

Now throw your hands in the air and let's y'all
Just throw 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 your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's 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 girl but I no goddamn junkie
with 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
for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin'
How do ya like me now in my new Turban
I'm a born hoodlum
Not Raft
One of these days you will pay for my autograph
So groove baby, baby call your mama
I'm like Hooker baby
I got the boogie
With the drama
With the boogie
With the drama

around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no
With the drama
your leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin' the ya look so fine
the boogie drama
With the 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
the boogie drama
With the boogie
With the boogie