Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

Yeah, ATLiens style on ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, collaboration holla!)
(Young Hov' in the place to be, Big Boi in the to be)
(Andre (cash) shout out to public housin') (bitch)
(I brought the hood with me)
You got red dirt in your
(Young in the place 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 to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what call ya
judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my is darker than yours, a little tanner
You never took the time out, examine Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or black and Korean
We on the same if we breathin'
I jumped off the to see if you was seein'
That we a little science off in every verse
They put P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon' curse
But the knowledge is the power, the get devoured
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any
Because I might just on a Fuck-ass nigga
Might clap a cap at a sucker-ass
In the meantime, Daddy Fat gon' chill out
He might just, out his pistol
And let that thing whistle at your windshield or residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way
Than the park bench to this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother
All my brothers from my but Andre is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo; dos to a pair
A player stiffen the
Pressed Levi's toughskins, on minus one
one minus negative one is nothin'
Bustin' d-boy raps and player
The "Kast ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the crowd original while you bore 'em
Your life show consists of eveybody's shit but
Do you own shit! In your life (bitin ass nigga)

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

Penelope Ann Cruz snooze
With her Eye's Wide Shut, before I to hit her gut
If you brunette, Legally Blonde, I might
Take you to Lake, and beyond
Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off on
I switch the flow so you cannot fa-thom
I take a submarine two thousand below the sea
And try to one line or sentence
Rhyme repentance, the illest lyricist
And give him a clean bill of
might make you look good but you sound like shit
And your team looking to death

My Big Boi said "Watch 'em as they gawk and they gander"
You can or lead like Commander Picard
You can have The World
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, stand
This young line
I foregoed the crime and I focused on
on every word, and line
Like a young Clay in his prime
I was to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm
The of raw rhyme
Got signed, got serious about the
Of raw rhyme and I got mine,
Murderous monster move
Did it so hard it oughta be a crime
you see I'm comin' holla one-time, holla one-time
When you see I'm comin' holla (one-time)

Hov' in the place 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)
Young in the place to be
Big Boi in the to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public (bitch)
I brought (holla) the whole 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
That Outkast we got 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 juice when I'm them
want to know what he copped
And where you got that, and how they buy that
Where the million dollar at, stop that!
Why that, why this, want to hijack the flyness
I'm on a whole plane
A whole different lane, a whole 'nother that I'm playin'
what I'm sayin'
Hov' and Outkast, what you think about
Really don't matter though what you niggas chatter
Anybody get out of line then you
That the mac'll go are-are-are-are-rap, got you killed for alone
Back on the shit back on the
Another hit I'm not miss

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