Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

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

Did you ever think that you be the nigga on the block
Didn't have to break a steerin' column, didn't have to cook a
A goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by covers
because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner
You took the time out, examine yourself Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or Borean-that's black and
We on the same if we breathin'
I jumped off the subject to see if you was
That we drop a little off in every verse
put that 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 nigga
In the meantime, Fat sacks gon' chill out
He might just, out his pistol
And let thing whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Kent, you better be way harded
the park bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother
All my brothers from my momma but is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a deuce dos to a pair
A player stiffen the
Pressed like toughskins, on minus one
one minus negative one is nothin'
Bustin' d-boy raps and poems
The "Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the
And the crowd original material while you bore 'em
Your life show consists of eveybody's shit but
Do you own shit! In life show (bitin ass nigga)

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)
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 Cruz couldn't
With her Eye's Shut, before I ashed to hit her gut
If you brunette, Blonde, I might respond
Take you to Lake, and beyond
raps on, raps on, clap off clop on
I switch the flow so quick you cannot
I take a submarine two leagues below the sea
And try to grab one line or
Rhyme repentance, find the lyricist
And give him a bill of health
Wealth might make you look 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 like Commander Picard
You can have The Whole
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, stand
This young player's
I foregoed the crime and I focused on
on every word, and line
Like a Cassius Clay in his prime
I was born to talk and prove mine, and I'm
The of raw rhyme
Got signed, got about the craft
Of raw rhyme and I got mine,
Murderous move minds
Did it so hard that it oughta be a
When you see I'm holla one-time, holla one-time
When you see I'm comin' holla (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 (holla) the whole 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
That Outkast we got that for y'all
that funk 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 gin and juice when I'm them interviews
Dudes want to know he copped
And where you got that, and how could buy that
Where the dollar watch at, stop that!
Why that, why this, niggas want to hijack the
I'm on a 'nother plane
A different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin'
what I'm sayin'
Hov' and Outkast, you think about that?
Really don't matter though you niggas chatter though
Anybody get out of line then you
the mac'll go are-are-are-are-rap, got you killed for that alone
Back on the back on the strip
Another hit I'm not goin'

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