Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Birthday Hip-Hop

[feat.
Twin states Alabama, Mississippi
Big KRIT
Happy, happy birthday, birthday...
[Verse 1:
I used to do backspins, no suit
In my house, listening to Coup
out the country like a pair of boots
With [?] no apparel to
I was hip-hop I ought to be hip
dirty British Knights, tied up, size 6
Don't give me the to cut my pie with
I did it, hand the poofs under my eyelids
I was bumpin' that [?] and that UGK, and group home
And Skinny from Tennessee, and I knew the songs
Mystikal, put your boots on
mustard: no Grey Poupon
Geto Boys trick or treat: let's go
Deep D's: drop two tones
And I know Alabama ain't birthplace
But I just to celebrate: happy birthday


Yelawolf and Big on some new shit
We got that firewater, so your candles lit
Happy hip hop!
Mississippi/Alabama and it stop
The slamming and the rims chop
Twin from the bottom, now we on top
So birthday, hip hop
We worldwide and it stop
2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I'm hollerin' little shawty
Just look I done bought ya
The very best that I possess from that country water
Like preaching the altar, I break bread with you hip-hop
Just show me where the sauce, a piece of is what it cost ya
The of the better, return of forever
Like Pete in the lab: no telling what we'll chef up
You find a will to once the bottom does settle
I was digging in the crates, bring a 40 and your shovel
Old school Chevy, sprayed it Ole Rebel
My definition for [?] and call it metal
808 in, haters [?] facing
While you was Kid N Playin', I was
"Say it so, KRIT", bitch, I'm just saying
Don't play me like no
Alpines leave you muffled
Country [?] hella gumpshin, tell them niggas take
Happy birthday hip-hop, now show me where the at

3:]
Bonita fried, pie baum put me on
(Put 'em up) waffle house, 2Pac's rock
You see I had to dig to the hieroglyphics
My mama didn't about [?] Souls of Mischief
See the what gave me the holy spirit
But it didn't me rap, cause I wasn't supposed to hear it
So I had to walk under Rebel flags
my hoodie inside out, with Adidas on the tag
Who would've thunk it, I think we something
Like a speaker on my chest, no holding back they hear me
If you check my gun function, I've been it 'bout it
The within my jeans and they so outta pocket
Back Screw was popping, Them 4s and vogues was chopping
The swangas [?] and pendulums and kept bopping
Reminiscing on the times
3000 rhymed over so organized