Luyện nghe bài hát Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

This is the true story about

Check it, are changin'
Talk it, more so each year
But the early mornin', pimp 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, well, come on, girl,

And I be catchin' them northern pike, on a ten pound test
Possess, fess, take a guess, I be the early 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 million dollar
And the ten cent brain, been gone too long, too cocaine
But now that I'm back, on the block, I'm ready to
Left to right, all night, my tight, I wish you might

Take a bite, out of here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh the harvest, who'll 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'

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

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

Like Billy 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 when my can't see
Hit me with the tussin' and the morphine IV

I be, they call an OG bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' early stoned pimp
Say

One for you
Now throw 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 don't stop

Just throw your hands up high, 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 stop y'all

Now I'm the self made 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, rollin' on D's biatch

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

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

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

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

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

I'm Joe C bitch, let me get them tits
I might be a small 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, ten foot long
I'm gonna smack ass after I pack this bong
I can flow on like all long
the break of dawn, till the early morn

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

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

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

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

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