Luyện nghe bài hát Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

This is the story about Mackin

Check it, are changin'
Talk about it, more so year
But the early mornin', pimp is here, yeah
So let it rain, and let the guitar

And if ya hear me yawn, just 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 them northern pike, like on a ten pound test
Possess, never fess, take a guess, I be the 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 dollar talent
And the ten cent brain, been gone too long, too much
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 this here toxic, melodic, neurotic
Fresh from the harvest, be the largest, hardest, smartest
Label in town, top dog get down, uhh, radio play me
But still I got the kids around the goin' Kid Rock crazyin'

Wicked be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin'
With the boom, boom, boom biatch, I from the 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 straight into the party with my homeboy Tino
What's up? so get a good look bro, get a good
I'm made in Detroit, but my name Stanzler
like a cancer, a virus, while you're lookin' really gay

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

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

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

Just throw your hands up high, let's y'all
Just throw your 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 mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green, cut it with the roll gloss
A Lincoln Continental and a Marquis
Rag top, drop down, on chrome D's biatch

The purple furs and the trim glasses
I bust the fat asses, and I don't be givin' a fuck
Who da can rap better than me, 'cause 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 stoned pimpin'
I been down, around
From the 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 your freak on, just fuck ya
With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahh, biatch,
I'm the early mornin' stoned

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

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

I'm Joe C bitch, let me get them tits
I might be a little small hoe but I ain't no midget
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 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 in your side, can you feel me stickin'
Eighty pills a day bitch, I bullshittin'
So groove baby, baby call your momma
I'm like hooker girl

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

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

Playin' the radio, ya look so
With the drama, yeah
Well, well, well ohh,
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