Luyện nghe bài hát Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

This is the story about Mackin

Check it, are changin'
Talk about it, more so each
But the mornin', stoned 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, well, come on, girl,

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

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

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

Wicked witches be on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin'
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 don't know

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

fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus, I'm the highest MC of all time
Got my mind on the D and the D on my
And the gets drawn when 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' early mornin' pimp
Say

One for you
Now throw hands 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 a Detroit don't stop y'all

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

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on
Got the money green, cut it the high roll gloss
A Lincoln 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 a real G H I J K L M N O P

Is for pimpin', early mornin' pimpin'
I been down, around
From the to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I

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

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

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock
Just your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your 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 them damn
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, vertically blind

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

I'm a in your side, can you feel me stickin'
Eighty pills a day bitch, I bullshittin'
So groove baby, groove baby your momma
I'm like Charlie girl

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

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

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

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