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 brought the hood 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 you would be the nigga on the block
Didn't to break a steerin' column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they ya
judge 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 team if we breathin'
I jumped off the subject to see if you was
That we drop a little science off in verse
They put 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 snap on a Fuck-ass
Might a cap at a sucker-ass nigga
In the meantime, Daddy Fat sacks chill out
He just, pull out his pistol
And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your
to Clark Kent, you better be way harded
Than the park to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little James
All my from my momma but Andre is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a deuce dos to a pair
A stiffen the competition
like Levi's toughskins, on minus one
Negative one minus negative one is
Bustin' raps and player poems
The "Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the
And rock the crowd original material you bore 'em
Your show consists of eveybody's shit but you're-uns
Do you own shit! In your life (bitin ass nigga)

Young in the place 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)
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)

Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't
With her Wide Shut, before I ashed to hit her gut
If you brunette, Legally Blonde, I might
Take you to Swan Lake, and
Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off on
I switch the so quick you cannot fa-thom
I take a submarine two thousand below the sea
And try to grab one line or
repentance, find the illest lyricist
And give him a bill of health
Wealth might make you look good but you sound shit
And team looking shitty to death

My nigga Big Boi said "Watch 'em as gawk and they gander"
You can follow or like Commander Picard
You can have The Whole
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, over
This player's line
I foregoed the crime and I focused on
Focused on every word, and
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 serious about the
Of raw and I got mine, Aquemini's
Murderous move minds
Did it so hard that it oughta be a
When you see I'm comin' holla one-time, holla
When you see I'm comin' holla (one-time)

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)
Young 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 with 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 Outkast we got that 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
want 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'
what I'm sayin'
Hov' and Outkast, what you about that?
Really don't matter though what you niggas chatter
Anybody get out of line you trust
That the mac'll go are-are-are-are-rap, got you killed for alone
Back on the shit back on the
Another hit I'm not miss

Don't, you, like, to
In hooptie 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