Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Birthday Hip-Hop

[feat.
Twin mane: Alabama, Mississippi
Big Yelawolf
Happy, birthday, happy birthday...
1: Yelawolf]
I used to do backspins, no suit
In my house, listening to Coup
Straight out the country like a pair of
With [?] no to match
I was hip-hop before I to be hip
Some British Knights, tied up, size 6
Don't give me the spoon to cut my pie
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 Grey
Boys trick or treat: let's go home
Deep dish drop two tones
And I know Alabama your birthplace
But I just come to happy birthday


Yelawolf and Big on some new shit
We got firewater, so keep your candles lit
birthday hip hop!
Mississippi/Alabama and it don't
The door slamming and the rims
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' little shawty
look what I done bought ya
The very best that I possess from 'neath that country
Like preaching the altar, I break bread with you hip-hop
Just show me the sauce, a piece of mind is what it cost ya
The beginning of the better, return of
Like Pete in the lab: no telling what we'll 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 Chevy, sprayed it Ole Miss Rebel
My definition for [?] and call it heavy
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
Alpines 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) house, 2Pac's rock song
You see I had to dig to the hieroglyphics
My mama didn't know about [?] of Mischief
See the what gave me the holy spirit
But it give me rap, cause I wasn't supposed to hear it
So I had to walk under Rebel flags
my hoodie inside out, with Adidas on the tag
Who would've thunk it, I we onto something
Like a speaker on my chest, no holding back hear me coming
If you check my gun function, I've 'bout it 'bout it
The royalties within my and they so outta pocket
Back when Screw was popping, Them 4s and vogues was
The swangas [?] and pendulums and kept bopping
Reminiscing on the golden
rhymed over noise so organized