Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Birthday Hip-Hop

[feat.
Twin mane: Alabama, Mississippi
Big KRIT
Happy, birthday, happy birthday...
[Verse 1:
I used to do backspins, no Adidas
In my grandmama's house, to Coup
out the country like a pair of boots
With [?] no apparel to
I was before I ought to be hip
dirty British Knights, tied up, size 6
Don't give me the spoon to cut my pie
I did it, hand scooped the under my eyelids
I was bumpin' that [?] and UGK, and that group home
And Pimp from Tennessee, and I knew the songs
Mystikal, muthafucka: put boots on
That's mustard: no Grey
Geto Boys or treat: let's go home
Deep dish D's: two tones
And I know Alabama your birthplace
But I come to celebrate: happy birthday


Yelawolf and Big KRIT on new shit
We got that firewater, so keep candles lit
Happy hip hop!
Mississippi/Alabama and it don't
The slamming and the rims chop
states from the bottom, now we on top
So birthday, hip hop
We and it don't stop
2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I'm breathe little shawty
look what I done bought ya
The best that I possess from 'neath that country water
Like preaching from the altar, I bread with you hip-hop
Just show me where the sauce, a piece of is what it cost ya
The beginning of the better, of forever
Like Pete Rock in the lab: no telling what chef up
You find a will to flow once the bottom settle
I was digging in the crates, just bring a 40 and your
Old school Chevy, sprayed it Ole Miss
My for [?] and call it heavy metal
808 bass in, haters [?]
you was Kid N Playin', I was UGKing
"Say it ain't so, KRIT", bitch, I'm saying
play me like no sucka
These leave you muffled
[?] hella gumpshin, tell them niggas take that
Happy birthday hip-hop, now show me the cake at

3:]
Bonita fried, apple pie put me on
(Put 'em up) waffle house, rock song
You see I had to dig to find the
My mama didn't know about [?] Souls of
See the Bible what gave me the spirit
But it give me rap, cause I wasn't supposed to hear it
So I had to under them Rebel flags
my hoodie inside out, with Adidas on the tag
Who thunk it, I think we onto something
Like a on my chest, no holding back they hear me coming
If you check my gun function, been 'bout it 'bout it
The royalties within my and they so outta pocket
Back when Screw was popping, 4s and vogues was chopping
The swangas [?] and and boppers kept bopping
on the golden times
3000 over noise so organized