Luyện nghe bài hát Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

This is the true story about

Check it, times are
Talk it, more so each year
But the mornin', stoned pimp is here, yeah
So let it rain, and let the guitar

And if ya hear me yawn, just drop top
on, girl, hey, hey, hey
Well, well, well, well, hey, hey, hey
Well well well, well, come on, girl, yeah

And I be catchin' them northern pike, on a ten pound test
Possess, never fess, a guess, I be the early mornin'
Stoned pimp, limpin', Boone's farm drinkin'
At the party big pinchin', chillin', like a villain, balloon fillin'

Whack MC killin', the fine hoe drillin' with the million dollar
And the ten cent brain, gone too long, too much cocaine
But now that I'm back, on the block, I'm ready to
to right, all night, my game's tight, I wish you might

Take a bite, out of here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
from the harvest, who'll be the largest, hardest, smartest
Label in town, top dog get down, uhh, radio play me
But still I got the kids the world goin' Kid Rock crazyin'

Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be
With the boom, boom, boom biatch, I from the sticks
Straight from the RO, Kid Rock I s no bitch
Ahh, yes you are hoe, so quit frontin' like y'all don't

When I step into the party with my homeboy Tino
What's up? so get a look bro, get a good gander
I'm made in Detroit, but my name ain't
like a cancer, a virus, while you're lookin' really gay

Like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus, I'm the highest MC of all
Got my mind on the D and the D on my
And the line gets drawn when my can't see
Hit me with the tussin' and the morphine IV

I be, they call an OG bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' early mornin' stoned
Say

One for you
Now throw your hands in the air and let's y'all
Just throw your up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock
Because a Detroit party stop y'all

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

Now I'm the self made on a mountain on Mars
Got the green, cut it with the high roll gloss
A Lincoln Continental and a grand
Rag top, drop down, on chrome D's biatch

The furs and the gold trim glasses
I only the fat asses, and I don't be givin' a fuck
Who da hell can rap better than me, 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' stoned
I been down, been
From the to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I

So ahh, ooh baby, baby, baby let me ya
Or if you wanna get your on, I'll just fuck ya
the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahh, biatch, shit
I'm the early mornin' pimp

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

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

I'm Joe C bitch, let me get them damn
I might be a little small hoe but I ain't no goddamn
So stick it up your ass where the sun don't
I'm challenged, you're vertically blind

I'm three foot nine, it's ten foot
I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack bong
I can flow on all night long
Till the break of dawn, till the early

I'm a in your side, can you feel me stickin'
Eighty pills a day bitch, I ain't
So groove baby, groove baby call your
I'm like hooker girl

I got the boogie
With the drama, what?
With the boogie drama,
With the drama, ohh, yeah

Ridin' the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no
With the drama, yeah
With your miniskirt and we got some wine

Playin' the radio, ya look so
With the drama, yeah
Well, well, ohh, baby
get funky, that's my job

Punchin nine to five, times, times twenty four, times twelve
Day in and day out
Well, with the drama
With the boogie