Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Birthday Hip-Hop

[feat.
Twin mane: Alabama, Mississippi
Big Yelawolf
Happy, happy birthday, birthday...
1: Yelawolf]
I to do backspins, no Adidas suit
In my house, listening to Coup
out the country like a pair of boots
With [?] no to match
I was before 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 that home
And Skinny Pimp from Tennessee, and I knew the
Mystikal, put your boots on
That's no Grey Poupon
Boys trick or treat: let's go home
Deep dish D's: drop two
And I Alabama ain't your birthplace
But I just to celebrate: happy birthday


Yelawolf and Big on some new shit
We got firewater, so keep your candles lit
Happy hip hop!
Mississippi/Alabama and it don't
The door slamming and the rims
Twin states 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 'neath that country
Like preaching from the altar, I bread with you hip-hop
Just show me where the sauce, a of mind is what it cost ya
The beginning of the better, of forever
Like Pete Rock in the lab: no telling 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 for [?] and call it heavy 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 no sucka
These Alpines you muffled
Country [?] hella gumpshin, tell them niggas take
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 [?] Souls of Mischief
See the Bible what gave me the spirit
But it didn't give me rap, cause I supposed to hear it
So I had to under them Rebel flags
my hoodie inside out, with Adidas on the tag
Who would've it, I think we onto something
Like a speaker on my chest, no holding they hear me coming
If you check my gun function, I've been it 'bout it
The within my jeans and they so outta pocket
Back when Screw was popping, 4s and vogues was chopping
The swangas [?] and pendulums and kept bopping
on the golden times
3000 rhymed over noise so