Luyện nghe bài hát Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

This is the true about Mackin

Check it, are changin'
about it, more so each year
But the early mornin', stoned pimp is here,
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 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' the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain, gone too long, too much cocaine
But now I'm back, on the block, I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night, my tight, I wish you might

a bite, out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh the harvest, who'll be the largest, hardest, smartest
Label in town, top dog get down, uhh, radio won't me
But still I got the kids around the world goin' Kid crazyin'

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

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

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

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

One for you
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 a Detroit party don't y'all

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

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

The purple furs and the gold trim
I only bust the fat asses, and I don't be a fuck
Who da hell can rap better than me, 'cause I'm a
Fuckin' player and I like a real G H I J K L M N O P

Is for pimpin', early stoned pimpin'
I down, been around
the bottom to the top
Partyin' down the slimmies 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 early mornin' pimp

Hey, hey, hey on yo
Now throw your hands in the air and rock y'all
throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock
Because a Detroit party stop y'all

throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop
Just throw your hands in the air, rock y'all
Because a Kid Rock don't 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 vertically challenged, vertically blind

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

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

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

Ridin' around the
Me and Kid were up to no good
the boogie drama, yeah
With your leather miniskirt and we got wine

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

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