Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

Yeah, ATLiens style on ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, collaboration holla!)
(Young Hov' in the place to be, Big Boi in the to be)
(Andre (cash) shout out to public housin') (bitch)
(I brought the whole hood 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, have to cook a rock
A goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a by it's covers
Just because my tone is darker than yours, a tanner
You never took the time out, examine Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or Borean-that's black and
We on the same if we breathin'
I jumped off the subject to see if you was
That we drop a little off in every verse
They put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we curse
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 nigga
In the meantime, Daddy Fat sacks gon' out
He just, pull out his pistol
And let that thing at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Kent, you better be way harded
the park bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my brother James
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo; dos to a pair
A stiffen the competition
Pressed Levi's toughskins, on minus one
Negative one minus one is nothin'
Bustin' d-boy raps and player
The "Kast shit plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the original material while you bore 'em
Your life show consists of eveybody's shit but
Do you own shit! In your life (bitin ass nigga)

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

Penelope Ann couldn't snooze
With her Eye's Wide Shut, I ashed to hit her gut
If you brunette, Legally Blonde, I might
Take you to Swan Lake, and
Antwan on, raps on, clap off clop on
I switch the so quick you cannot fa-thom
I a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea
And try to grab one or sentence
Rhyme repentance, find the lyricist
And give him a bill of health
Wealth might you look good but you sound like 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 with the boulevard, over stand
young player's line
I foregoed the crime and I on rhyme
Focused on every word, and
Like a young Cassius Clay in his
I was born to shit and prove mine, and I'm
The epitome of raw
Got signed, got about the craft
Of raw rhyme and I got mine,
Murderous monster minds
Did it so hard that it be a crime
you see I'm comin' 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)
3000 (cash) shout out to public housing (bitch)
I brought (holla) the hood 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 hood me (yeah, yeah)

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

When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot shoes
As a interlude, I got the flip-flops
And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm interviews
want to know what he copped
And you got that, and how could they buy that
Where the million dollar at, stop that!
Why that, why this, want to hijack the flyness
I'm on a whole plane
A whole different lane, a '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
That the go are-are-are-are-rap, got you killed for that alone
Back on the shit on the strip
hit I'm not goin' 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 slump for
Keep funk for y'all