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 3000 (cash) shout out to housin') (bitch)
(I brought the whole hood me)
You got red dirt in Afro
(Young in the place to be) (yeah)
(Outkast in the to be) (yeah)

Did you ever think you would be the nigga on the block
Didn't have to break a steerin' column, didn't have to cook a
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 than yours, a tanner
You never took the out, examine yourself Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or Borean-that's black and
We on the same if we breathin'
I off the subject to see if you was seein'
That we drop a little science off in every
They put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon'
But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any
Because I might just snap on a nigga
Might clap a cap at a sucker-ass
In the meantime, Daddy Fat sacks gon' 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
Than the bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a
A stiffen the competition
Pressed like Levi's toughskins, on one
Negative one minus one is nothin'
Bustin' raps and player poems
The "Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and the crowd
And the crowd original material while you bore 'em
Your life show of eveybody's shit but you're-uns
Do you own shit! In your show (bitin ass nigga)

Young Hov' in the 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)
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 hood with me (yeah, yeah)

Penelope Ann Cruz snooze
With her Wide Shut, before I ashed to hit her gut
If you brunette, Legally Blonde, I respond
Take you to Swan Lake, and
Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off on
I the flow so quick you cannot fa-thom
I a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea
And try to grab one 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 team shitty to death

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

Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to 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 3000 (cash) shout out to public (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 we got that slump for y'all
Keep that funk for

When I'm in the I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
As a interlude, I got the Gucci
And I, fix it up like gin and juice I'm them interviews
Dudes want to what he copped
And you got that, and how could they buy that
Where the dollar watch at, stop that!
Why that, why this, niggas to hijack the flyness
I'm on a 'nother plane
A whole lane, a whole 'nother game that 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 mac'll go are-are-are-are-rap, got you for that alone
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' tennis
Don't, it, to you
That Outkast we got slump for y'all
Keep funk for y'all