Luyện nghe bài hát E.m.s.p.

A ha ha, that's right
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 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
on a ten pound test
Success, fess, take a guess
I be the early mornin' pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the party big pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million talent
And the ten brain,
Been too long, too much cocaine,
But now I'm back, on the block
I'm to rock
to right, all night
My tight, I wish you might
Take a
Out of this toxic, melodic, neurotic product
from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest in town
Top Dog get

Radio play me, but still I got the kids around
the world goin' Kid crazy
Wicked be flyin' on broomsticks,
Kid be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch
I from the sticks
from the RO

"Kid Rock I 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 in Detroit
but my aint Stanzler
Spreadin' 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 mind And the gets drawn when my eyes can't see
Hit me with the Tussin 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 rock y'all
Just your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw 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 your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's y'all
Because the Kid Rock don't stop y'all

Now I'm the made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the roll clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on D's bitch
The purple and the gold trim glasses
I only 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 real G H-I-J-K, is for pimpin,
mornin' stoned pimpin
I down, been around,
the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities I rock

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

Hey hey hey
on yo.

Now throw your in the air and let's 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 party don't 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 hands up high, let's y'all
Because the Kid Rock don't stop y'all

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

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