Luyện nghe bài hát E.m.s.p.

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

And I be catchin' them pike
Like on a ten test
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 fillin MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million talent
And the ten brain,
gone too long, too much cocaine,
But now I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to
Left to right, all
My tight, I wish you might
Take a
Out of this toxic, melodic, neurotic 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 Rock
Wicked witches be 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 like ya don't know,
when I straight into the party with my homeboy

"What's up?"
So get a look bro
Get a gander
I'm in Detroit
but my name aint
like a cancer, a virus
While you're 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 line gets drawn when my can't see
Hit me twice with the and the morphine IV
I be
What they an O-G bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' Mornin' Stoned Pimp

Now throw your hands in the air and rock y'all
Just throw your 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 your hands up high, let's rock y'all
throw your hands 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

Now I'm the self mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green cut it the high roll clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Gran
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's
The purple furs and the trim glasses
I bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap 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 stoned pimpin
I been down, 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 get your freak 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 your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit don't stop y'all

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

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

Ridin' around the
Me and Kid were up to no good
With the boogie
With leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin' the radio ya so fine
With the boogie
With the boogie
Let's get funky, 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 boogie
With the boogie