Luyện nghe bài hát Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

This is the true story Mackin

it, times are changin'
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 catchin' northern pike, like on a ten pound test
Possess, fess, take a guess, I be the early mornin'
Stoned pimp, straight limpin', Boone's drinkin'
At the party big booty pinchin', chillin', like a villain, balloon

Whack MC killin', the fine hoe drillin' the million dollar talent
And the ten brain, been gone 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 you might

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

Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be
With the boom, boom, boom biatch, I from the sticks
from 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 with my homeboy Tino
up? so get a good look bro, get a good gander
I'm in Detroit, but my name ain't Stanzler
Spreadin' a cancer, a virus, while you're lookin' really gay

Like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus, I'm the highest MC of all
Got my mind on the D and the D on my
And the line gets when 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 throw your hands in the air and rock y'all
Just throw your 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

throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your 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 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' and I mack like a real G H I J K L M N O P

Is for pimpin', early mornin' stoned
I down, been around
the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities I rock

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

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

Just throw your hands up high, let's y'all
Just throw 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 damn tits
I might be a small hoe but I ain't no goddamn midget
So it up your ass where the sun don't shine
I'm vertically challenged, you're vertically

I'm three nine, it's ten foot long
I'm gonna smack ass after I pack this bong
I can flow on like all night
Till the break of dawn, till the early

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

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

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

Playin' the radio, ya look so
the boogie 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 boogie