Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

Yeah, style on y'all 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 your
(Young in the place to be) (yeah)
(Outkast in the to be) (yeah)

Did you think that you would be the nigga on the block
Didn't have to break a column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, what they call ya
judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is than yours, a little tanner
You never took the out, examine yourself Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or black and Korean
We on the same team if we
I jumped off the to see if you was seein'
That we drop a little science off in every
put that 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 just snap on a Fuck-ass nigga
Might clap a cap at a nigga
In the meantime, Daddy Fat sacks chill out
He might just, pull out his
And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way
Than the park bench to this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother
All my brothers from my momma but is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a deuce dos to a pair
A player the competition
Pressed Levi's toughskins, on minus one
Negative one minus negative one is
Bustin' d-boy and player poems
The "Kast ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the crowd original while you bore 'em
Your life show of eveybody's shit but you're-uns
Do you own shit! In life show (bitin ass nigga)

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

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

My nigga Big Boi "Watch 'em as they gawk and they gander"
You can follow or lead like Commander
You can have The Whole
Or be with the boulevard, over stand
This young player's
I foregoed the and I focused on rhyme
on every word, and line
Like a young Cassius in his prime
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 move
Did it so that it oughta be a crime
you see I'm comin' 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 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) shout out to public (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
That Outkast we got slump for y'all
Keep that funk for

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 want to know he copped
And where you got that, and how could buy that
Where the million watch at, stop that!
Why that, why this, niggas want to the flyness
I'm on a 'nother plane
A whole lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin'
Understand what I'm
and Outkast, what you think about that?
Really matter though what you niggas chatter though
Anybody get out of line then you
That the mac'll go are-are-are-are-rap, got you for that alone
Back on the shit back on the
Another hit I'm not miss

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 slump for y'all
that funk for y'all