Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

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

Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the
Didn't have to break a column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's
Just because my tone is darker yours, a little tanner
You never the time out, examine yourself Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or black and Korean
We on the team if we breathin'
I jumped off the subject to see if you was
That we a little science 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 snap on a Fuck-ass nigga
Might clap a cap at a 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
the park bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my brother James
All my from my momma 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
Negative one negative one is nothin'
d-boy raps and player poems
The "Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the
And rock the crowd material while you bore 'em
Your life show consists of eveybody's but you're-uns
Do you own shit! In life show (bitin ass nigga)

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

Penelope Ann couldn't 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 quick you cannot
I take a submarine two leagues below the sea
And try to one line or sentence
repentance, find the illest lyricist
And give him a clean bill of
Wealth might make you look good but you sound shit
And your looking shitty to death

My Big Boi said "Watch 'em as they gawk and they gander"
You can follow or like Commander Picard
You can The Whole World
Or be with the boulevard, over stand
This young player's
I foregoed the and I focused on rhyme
Focused on word, and line
Like a young Cassius 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 and I got mine, Aquemini's
Murderous monster move
Did it so hard that it 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 Hov' in the 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 rock the S Dot tennis
As a interlude, I got the Gucci
And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm interviews
Dudes want to know what he
And where you got that, and how they buy that
Where the million watch at, stop that!
Why that, why this, niggas want to the flyness
I'm on a whole 'nother
A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game I'm playin'
Understand I'm sayin'
Hov' and Outkast, what you think that?
Really don't matter what you niggas chatter though
Anybody get out of then you trust
the mac'll go are-are-are-are-rap, got you killed for that alone
Back on the shit back on the
Another hit I'm not goin'

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