Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Birthday Hip-Hop

[feat.
Twin states mane: Alabama,
Big KRIT
Happy, happy birthday, birthday...
1: Yelawolf]
I to do backspins, no Adidas suit
In my grandmama's house, listening to
Straight out the country a pair of boots
With [?] no to match
I was hip-hop I ought to be hip
Some British Knights, tied up, size 6
give me the spoon to cut my pie with
I did it, hand scooped the poofs under my
I was bumpin' that [?] and that UGK, and that home
And Skinny Pimp Tennessee, and I knew the songs
Mystikal, muthafucka: put boots on
mustard: no Grey Poupon
Geto Boys trick or let's go home
Deep dish drop two tones
And I know ain't your birthplace
But I just come to celebrate: happy


Yelawolf and Big on some 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 worldwide and it stop
2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I'm hollerin' breathe shawty
Just look I done bought ya
The very best that I possess from 'neath country water
Like preaching from the altar, I break bread you hip-hop
Just show me where the sauce, a of mind is what it cost ya
The beginning of the better, return of
Like Pete Rock in the lab: no telling we'll chef up
You find a to flow once the bottom does settle
I was digging in the crates, just bring a 40 and shovel
Old school Chevy, it Ole Miss Rebel
My definition for [?] and it heavy metal
808 bass in, [?] facing
you was Kid N Playin', I was UGKing
"Say it ain't so, KRIT", bitch, I'm just
Don't play me no sucka
Alpines leave you muffled
Country [?] hella gumpshin, tell them niggas take
Happy hip-hop, now show me where the cake at

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