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 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 pound
Success, never fess, take a
I be the early 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 dollar talent
And the ten brain,
Been too long, too much cocaine,
But now I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to
Left to right, all
My game's tight, I wish you
a bite
Out of here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh the harvest
Who'll be the largest, smartest label in town
Top Dog get

Radio play me, but still I got the kids around
the goin' Kid Rock crazy
Wicked witches be on broomsticks,
Kid Rock be with the boom boom boom biatch
I from the biatch
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 look bro
Get a good
I'm made in
but my aint Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a
While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray
I'm the MC of all time
Got my on the D
And the D on my mind And the gets drawn when 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 motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Pimp

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

Just throw your hands up high, 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 party don't y'all

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on
Got the money cut it with the high roll clause
A Lincoln and a Gran Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on D's bitch
The furs and the gold trim glasses
I bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better me
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,
Early mornin' stoned
I been down, around,
the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I

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 Early Morning Stoned

Hey hey hey
on yo.

Now throw hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just your 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 stop

Just throw hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just 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 is Tino, you know
let's get funky,
I'm like Lenny girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie
Cruisin' the Kid in my '71
To the crib of
Gonna get us some,
We em on a string ah
in the house wanna smell my finger
Comin' for ya baby your so sure bumpin'
How do ya like me now in my new Turban
I'm a natural hoodlum
Not George
One of these days you kids will pay for my
So groove baby, groove baby call your
I'm like Charlie Hooker
I got the drama
With the drama
With the boogie
the boogie drama

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