Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

Yeah, ATLiens on y'all 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 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 that you would be the nigga on the block
Didn't have to break a steerin' column, have to cook a rock
A goodie 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 little
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
That we drop a little science off in every
They put that P.A. on it cause they scared we gon' curse
But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any
Because I might just on a Fuck-ass nigga
Might a cap at a sucker-ass nigga
In the meantime, Daddy Fat gon' chill out
He just, pull out his pistol
And let that whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you be way harded
Than the bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my brother James
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
like 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 the crowd
And the crowd original material while you bore 'em
life show consists of eveybody's shit but you're-uns
Do you own shit! In your show (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)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to housing (bitch)
I brought (holla) the whole with me (yeah, yeah)

Penelope Ann Cruz snooze
With her Eye's Shut, before I ashed to hit her gut
If you brunette, Legally Blonde, I might
Take you to Swan Lake, and
raps on, raps on, clap off clop on
I switch the flow so quick you cannot
I a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea
And try to one line or sentence
Rhyme repentance, find the lyricist
And give him a clean bill of
Wealth might you look good but you sound like shit
And your looking shitty to death

My nigga Big Boi said "Watch 'em as they and they gander"
You can follow or lead like Picard
You can have The World
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, stand
This young player's
I foregoed the crime and I on rhyme
on every word, and line
Like a young Cassius Clay in his
I was born to talk and prove mine, and I'm
The epitome of raw
Got signed, got about the craft
Of raw and I got mine, Aquemini's
Murderous move minds
Did it so hard that it be a crime
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) out to public housing (bitch)
I brought (holla) the hood with me (yeah, yeah)
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 whole hood me (yeah, yeah)

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

When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis
As a interlude, I got the flip-flops
And I, fix it up like gin and juice I'm them interviews
Dudes want to know he copped
And where you got that, and how they buy that
Where the million dollar watch at, that!
Why that, why this, want to hijack the flyness
I'm on a whole plane
A different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin'
Understand I'm sayin'
Hov' and Outkast, you think about that?
Really matter though 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 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 that for y'all
Keep that for y'all