Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

Yeah, style on y'all ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella holla!)
(Young in the place to be, Big Boi in the place to be)
(Andre 3000 (cash) out to public housin') (bitch)
(I brought the whole hood me)
You got red dirt in Afro
(Young Hov' in the to be) (yeah)
(Outkast in the to be) (yeah)

Did you think that you would be the nigga on the block
Didn't have to break a steerin' column, didn't have to cook a
A damn goodie two-shoes, what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's
Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little
You took the time out, examine yourself Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or black and Korean
We on the same team if we
I off the subject to see if you was seein'
That we drop a little science off in verse
They put that P.A. sticker on it cause they we gon' curse
But the is the power, the cowards get devoured
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any
Because I might just snap on a nigga
Might a cap at a sucker-ass nigga
In the meantime, Daddy Fat sacks gon' out
He might just, out his pistol
And let that thing whistle at windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way
Than the park to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the
Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a
A player the competition
Pressed Levi's toughskins, on minus one
Negative one minus negative one is
Bustin' d-boy raps and poems
The "Kast ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the original material while you bore 'em
Your life show consists of shit but you're-uns
Do you own shit! In your show (bitin ass nigga)

Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public (bitch)
I (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)
Young Hov' in the to be
Big Boi in the to be (Young)
Andre (cash) shout out to public housing (bitch)
I (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)

Penelope Ann couldn't snooze
With her Wide Shut, before I ashed to hit her gut
If you brunette, Blonde, I might respond
you to Swan Lake, and beyond
Antwan raps on, on, clap off clop on
I switch the flow so quick you cannot
I take a two thousand leagues below the sea
And try to one line or sentence
Rhyme repentance, find the illest
And give him a bill of health
Wealth might make you look but you sound like shit
And team looking shitty to death

My nigga Big Boi "Watch 'em as they gawk and they gander"
You can follow or lead like Picard
You can The Whole World
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, over
This young player's
I foregoed the and I focused on rhyme
on every word, and line
Like a young Cassius in his prime
I was born to shit and prove mine, and I'm
The epitome of raw
Got signed, got about the craft
Of raw rhyme and I got mine,
Murderous move minds
Did it so hard it oughta be a crime
When you see I'm comin' holla one-time, holla
When you see I'm comin' holla (one-time)

Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the to be (Young)
3000 (cash) shout out to public housing (bitch)
I brought (holla) the hood with me (yeah, yeah)
Young in the place to be
Big Boi in the to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) out to public housing (bitch)
I brought (holla) the hood with me (yeah, yeah)

Don't, you, like, to
In your on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
To run yo' shoes
Don't, it, to you
Outkast we got that slump for y'all
Keep that for y'all

When I'm in the I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
As a interlude, I got the flip-flops
And I, fix it up like gin and when I'm them interviews
Dudes want to know he copped
And you got that, and how could they buy that
Where the million dollar at, stop that!
Why that, why this, niggas to hijack the flyness
I'm on a 'nother plane
A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm
Understand I'm sayin'
Hov' and Outkast, what you about that?
Really don't matter though what you niggas though
Anybody get out of then you trust
That the mac'll go are-are-are-are-rap, got you killed for that
on the shit back on the strip
Another hit I'm not goin'

Don't, you, like, to
In your on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
To run yo' shoes
Don't, it, to you
That Outkast we got slump for y'all
Keep that for y'all