Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

Yeah, ATLiens style on 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) shout out to housin') (bitch)
(I the whole hood with me)
You got red dirt in your
(Young Hov' in the to be) (yeah)
(Outkast in the to be) (yeah)

Did you ever think that you would be the on the block
Didn't have to break a column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's
Just because my tone is darker yours, a little tanner
You never took the time out, yourself Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or black and Korean
We on the same if we breathin'
I jumped off the subject to see if you was
That we drop a little science off in every
put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared 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 Fuck-ass
Might a cap at a sucker-ass nigga
In the meantime, Daddy Fat sacks chill out
He just, pull out his pistol
And let that thing whistle at your 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 but Andre is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a
A player the competition
Pressed like Levi's toughskins, on one
one minus negative one is nothin'
Bustin' raps and player poems
The "Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the
And rock the crowd original material while you 'em
Your life consists of eveybody's shit but you're-uns
Do you own shit! In your life (bitin ass nigga)

Young 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 Hov' in the 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)

Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't
With her Eye's Wide Shut, before I to hit her gut
If you brunette, Blonde, I might respond
you to Swan Lake, and beyond
Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off on
I switch the flow so quick you fa-thom
I take a submarine two thousand leagues the sea
And try to grab one line or
Rhyme repentance, find the illest
And give him a clean of health
Wealth might you look good but you sound like shit
And your team shitty to death

My Big Boi said "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
young player's line
I the crime and I focused on rhyme
Focused on every word, and
Like a Cassius Clay in his prime
I was born to talk shit and mine, and I'm
The of raw rhyme
Got signed, got serious about the
Of raw rhyme and I got mine,
Murderous move minds
Did it so that it oughta be a crime
When you see I'm comin' one-time, holla one-time
When you see I'm holla one-time (one-time)

Young 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)
Young 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)

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

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

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