Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Birthday Hip-Hop

[feat.
states mane: Alabama, Mississippi
Big Yelawolf
Happy, happy birthday, birthday...
[Verse 1:
I used to do backspins, no suit
In my grandmama's house, to Coup
Straight out the like a pair of boots
With [?] no to match
I was hip-hop before I to be hip
Some dirty Knights, tied up, size 6
Don't me the spoon to cut my pie with
I did it, scooped the poofs under my eyelids
I was that [?] and that UGK, and that group home
And Skinny Pimp Tennessee, and I knew the songs
Mystikal, muthafucka: put your on
That's mustard: no Poupon
Geto Boys or treat: let's go home
Deep dish drop two tones
And I Alabama ain't your birthplace
But I come to celebrate: happy birthday


Yelawolf and Big on some new shit
We got that firewater, so keep your lit
Happy hip hop!
and it don't stop
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' breathe little
Just look what I done ya
The very best that I possess from 'neath that water
Like preaching from the altar, I bread with you hip-hop
show me where the sauce, a piece of mind is what it cost ya
The of the better, return of forever
Like Rock in the lab: no telling what we'll chef up
You find a will to flow once the bottom does
I was digging in the crates, bring a 40 and your shovel
Old Chevy, sprayed it Ole Miss Rebel
My definition for [?] and call it metal
808 in, haters [?] facing
you was Kid N Playin', I was UGKing
"Say it ain't so, KRIT", bitch, I'm just
play me like no sucka
These leave you muffled
Country [?] hella gumpshin, tell niggas take that
Happy birthday hip-hop, now me where the cake at

3:]
Bonita fried, pie baum 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 [?] of Mischief
See the Bible gave me the holy spirit
But it didn't give me rap, cause I wasn't supposed to it
So I had to walk under Rebel flags
With my inside out, with Adidas on the tag
Who would've it, I think we onto something
Like a speaker on my chest, no back they hear me coming
If you check my gun function, I've been it 'bout it
The royalties within my jeans and they so pocket
Back when Screw was popping, 4s and vogues was chopping
The swangas [?] and pendulums and kept bopping
Reminiscing on the times
3000 over noise so organized