Luyện nghe bài hát Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

This is the true story Mackin

Check it, times are
Talk about it, more so each
But the early mornin', stoned is here, yeah
So let it rain, and let the rock

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 them northern pike, like on a ten pound test
Possess, fess, take a guess, I be the early mornin'
Stoned pimp, straight limpin', Boone's farm
At the big booty 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 that I'm back, on the block, I'm to rock
to right, all night, my game's tight, I wish you might

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 kids the world goin' Kid Rock crazyin'

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

When I step straight into the with my homeboy Tino
What's up? so get a look bro, get a good gander
I'm made in Detroit, but my name Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus, while you're lookin' gay

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

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

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

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

Now I'm the self mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green, cut it with the high gloss
A Lincoln and a grand Marquis
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 can rap better than me, 'cause 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, been
the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the that I rock

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' stoned

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

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

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

I'm three foot nine, it's ten foot
I'm gonna smack that ass after I 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'
pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshittin'
So groove baby, groove baby call your
I'm like hooker girl

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

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

Playin' the radio, ya so fine
the boogie drama, yeah
Well, well, ohh, baby
Let's get funky, my job

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