Luyện nghe bài hát Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

This is the true story about

Check it, times are
about 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, drop that 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 pike, like on a ten pound test
Possess, fess, take 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 talent
And the ten cent brain, been too long, too much cocaine
But now I'm back, on the block, I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night, my game's tight, I wish you

Take a bite, out of here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest, who'll be the largest, hardest,
Label in town, top dog get down, uhh, radio play me
But still I got the around 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' y'all don't know

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
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus, you're lookin' really 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 line drawn when my eyes can't see
Hit me twice with the and the morphine IV

I be, what they an OG bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' early stoned pimp
Say

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

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

Now I'm the made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green, cut it with the roll gloss
A Continental and a grand Marquis
Rag top, down, rollin' on chrome D's biatch

The furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses, and I 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
the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the in the cities that I rock

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

Hey, hey, hey on yo
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 y'all
Because a Detroit party stop y'all

throw 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 don't y'all

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

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

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

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

around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock up to no good
the boogie drama, yeah
With your leather miniskirt and we got some

Playin' the radio, ya look so
With the boogie drama,
Well, well, well ohh,
Let's get funky, my job

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