Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

Yeah, ATLiens 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) out to public 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 you would be the nigga on the block
Didn't have to break a steerin' column, have to cook a rock
A damn two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is darker yours, a little tanner
You never took the out, examine yourself Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or Borean-that's and Korean
We on the same team if we
I jumped off the subject to see if you was
we drop a little science off in every verse
They put that P.A. sticker on it 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 on a Fuck-ass nigga
Might clap a cap at a nigga
In the meantime, Daddy Fat gon' chill out
He just, pull out his pistol
And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your
Superman to Clark Kent, you be way harded
Than the park bench to this
Marcus, Jason, my little 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 like Levi's toughskins, on one
Negative one minus negative one is
Bustin' d-boy and player poems
The "Kast shit plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the crowd material while you bore 'em
Your life show of eveybody's shit but you're-uns
Do you own shit! In your life (bitin ass nigga)

Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the to be (Young)
3000 (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 with me (yeah, yeah)

Penelope Ann couldn't snooze
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 on, raps on, clap off clop on
I the flow so quick you cannot fa-thom
I take a submarine two thousand below the sea
And try to grab one or sentence
Rhyme repentance, find the lyricist
And give him a clean bill of
Wealth might make you look good but you sound shit
And your team looking shitty to

My nigga Big Boi said "Watch 'em as gawk and they gander"
You can follow or lead like Commander
You can have The Whole
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, stand
This young player's
I the crime and I focused on rhyme
Focused on every word, and
a young Cassius 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 and I got mine, Aquemini's
Murderous monster move
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' one-time (one-time)

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

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

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

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