Luyện nghe bài hát E.m.s.p.

A ha ha, that's right
I'm Back.
This is the true 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 catchin' them northern
Like on a ten test
Success, never fess, take a
I be the early mornin' pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the party big booty
Chillin, like a villian, fillin 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 ready to
to right, all night
My game's tight, I you might
Take a
Out of here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh the harvest
Who'll be the largest, smartest label 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' the boom boom boom biatch
I from the biatch
from the RO

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

"What's up?"
So get a look bro
Get a good
I'm in Detroit
but my aint Stanzler
Spreadin' a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay like Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the MC of all time
Got my on the D
And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my can't see
Hit me with the Tussin and the morphine IV
I be
What they an O-G bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Pimp

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

Just throw your up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock 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 roll
A Continental and a Gran Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on D's bitch
The purple furs and the trim glasses
I only bust the fat
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap than me
Cause I'm a true fuckin' and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,
Early mornin' 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, just fuck ya
the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Im the Morning Stoned Pi-imp

Hey hey hey
on yo.

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

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock
throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party stop y'all

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

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