Luyện nghe bài hát Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

This is the true story Mackin

Check it, times are
Talk it, more so each year
But the early mornin', stoned 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 northern pike, like on a ten pound
Possess, never fess, take a guess, I be the mornin'
Stoned pimp, straight limpin', farm drinkin'
At the party big booty pinchin', chillin', a villain, balloon fillin'

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

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

Wicked witches be on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin'
the boom, boom, boom biatch, I from the sticks biatch
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 with my homeboy Tino
What's up? so get a good look bro, get a gander
I'm in Detroit, but my name ain't 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 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' stoned
Say

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

Just your hands up high, let's rock y'all
throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just your hands 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 high gloss
A Lincoln Continental and a Marquis
Rag top, down, rollin' on chrome D's biatch

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

Is for pimpin', mornin' stoned pimpin'
I down, been around
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 freak on, I'll just ya
With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahh, biatch,
I'm the mornin' stoned pimp

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

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 Rock party don't 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 the sun don't shine
I'm vertically challenged, you're vertically

I'm foot nine, it's ten foot long
I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this
I can flow on like all night
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 call your
I'm like Charlie girl

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

Ridin' around the
Me and Kid Rock up to no good
the boogie drama, yeah
With your leather 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 to five, seven times, times twenty four, times twelve
Day in and day out
Well, with the boogie
With the boogie