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 house, listening to Coup
Straight out the country like a of boots
With [?] no to match
I was hip-hop I ought to be hip
Some dirty British Knights, up, size 6
give me the spoon to cut my pie with
I did it, hand scooped the poofs my eyelids
I was bumpin' that [?] and that UGK, and that group
And Skinny Pimp Tennessee, and I knew the songs
Mystikal, put your boots on
That's no Grey Poupon
Geto Boys or treat: let's go home
Deep dish drop two tones
And I know Alabama ain't your
But I just come to celebrate: happy


Yelawolf and Big KRIT on new shit
We got firewater, so keep your candles lit
Happy hip hop!
Mississippi/Alabama and it don't
The door slamming and the chop
Twin states the bottom, now we on top
So birthday, hip hop
We worldwide and it don't
2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I'm hollerin' breathe shawty
Just look what I bought ya
The very best that I possess from 'neath that water
preaching from the altar, I break bread with you hip-hop
Just show me where the sauce, a piece of mind is it cost ya
The of the better, return of forever
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 your
Old school Chevy, sprayed it Ole Miss
My definition for [?] and call it heavy
808 bass in, haters [?]
While you was Kid N Playin', I was
"Say it ain't so, KRIT", bitch, I'm just
Don't play me like no
These leave you muffled
Country [?] hella gumpshin, tell them niggas take
Happy birthday hip-hop, now show me the cake at

3:]
Bonita fried, pie baum put me on
(Put 'em up) house, 2Pac's rock song
You see I had to dig to the hieroglyphics
My mama know about [?] Souls of Mischief
See the Bible 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
With my 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 me coming
If you check my gun function, been 'bout it 'bout it
The within my jeans and they so outta pocket
when Screw was popping, Them 4s and vogues was chopping
The [?] and pendulums and boppers kept bopping
on the golden times
3000 rhymed over noise so