Luyện nghe bài hát Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

This is the true about Mackin

it, times are changin'
Talk it, more so each year
But the mornin', stoned pimp is here, yeah
So let it rain, and let the guitar

And if ya me yawn, just 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', farm drinkin'
At the party big booty pinchin', chillin', like a villain, balloon

Whack MC killin', the fine hoe drillin' with the million 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 wish you

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

witches 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 frontin' like don't know

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

Like Billy Ray Cyrus, I'm the highest MC of all time
Got my on the D and the D on my mind
And the line gets drawn when my eyes see
Hit me with the tussin' and the morphine IV

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

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

Just throw your hands up high, rock y'all
Just throw 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 stop

Now I'm the self made on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green, cut it with the high roll
A Lincoln Continental and a grand
Rag top, drop down, 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 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 mornin' 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
the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahh, biatch, shit
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 hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's y'all
Because a party don't stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, rock y'all
Just throw your hands to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your in the air, let's rock y'all
Because a Kid Rock party 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 goddamn
So it up your 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 night
Till the break of dawn, till the early

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

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

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

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

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