Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

Yeah, ATLiens style on ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella holla!)
(Young Hov' in the to be, Big Boi in the place to be)
(Andre (cash) shout out to public housin') (bitch)
(I the whole hood with me)
You got red dirt in 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 steerin' column, didn't to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they ya
Never judge a or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is than yours, a little tanner
You never took the time out, examine Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or Borean-that's black and
We on the team if we breathin'
I jumped off the to see if you was seein'
That we drop a science off in every verse
They put that P.A. on it cause they scared we gon' curse
But the is the power, the cowards get devoured
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any
Because I just snap 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 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 but Andre is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a
A player stiffen the
Pressed Levi's toughskins, on minus one
Negative one negative one is nothin'
Bustin' d-boy raps and poems
The "Kast shit ain't plastic, we it and move the crowd
And rock the original material while you bore 'em
Your life show consists of 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 (cash) shout out to public housing (bitch)
I brought (holla) the whole with me (yeah, yeah)
Young Hov' in the 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)

Ann Cruz couldn't snooze
With her Wide Shut, before I ashed to hit her gut
If you brunette, Legally Blonde, I respond
you to Swan Lake, and beyond
Antwan raps on, on, clap off clop on
I switch the 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 illest
And him a clean bill of health
Wealth might make you 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 or lead like Commander Picard
You can have The World
Or be with the boulevard, over stand
young player's line
I foregoed the crime and I focused on
Focused on every word, and
Like a young Clay in his prime
I was to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm
The epitome of raw
Got signed, got serious the craft
Of raw rhyme and I got mine,
Murderous monster minds
Did it so that it oughta be a crime
When you see I'm comin' one-time, holla one-time
you see I'm comin' holla one-time (one-time)

Young Hov' in the to be
Big Boi in the to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public (bitch)
I brought (holla) the hood with 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 hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
To run yo' tennis
Don't, it, to you
That Outkast we got slump for y'all
Keep that for y'all

When I'm in the mood I the S Dot tennis shoes
As a interlude, I got the Gucci
And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm them
Dudes to know what he copped
And where you got that, and how could buy that
Where the million dollar at, stop that!
Why that, why this, niggas to hijack the flyness
I'm on a 'nother plane
A different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin'
what I'm sayin'
Hov' and Outkast, what you about that?
Really don't matter what you niggas chatter though
Anybody get out of line then you
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 miss

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