Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Birthday Hip-Hop

[feat.
Twin mane: Alabama, Mississippi
Big KRIT
Happy, birthday, happy birthday...
[Verse 1:
I to do backspins, no Adidas suit
In my grandmama's house, to Coup
Straight out the country a pair of boots
With [?] no apparel to
I was hip-hop I ought to be hip
Some dirty 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 bumpin' [?] and that UGK, and that group home
And Skinny Pimp from Tennessee, and I knew the
Mystikal, muthafucka: put boots on
mustard: no Grey Poupon
Geto Boys trick or treat: go home
Deep D's: drop two tones
And I know Alabama ain't birthplace
But I just to celebrate: happy birthday


Yelawolf and Big KRIT on new shit
We got that firewater, so keep your lit
Happy hip hop!
and it don't stop
The door and the rims chop
Twin states the bottom, now we on top
So birthday, hip hop
We and it don't stop
2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I'm hollerin' breathe shawty
Just look what I done ya
The very best that I possess from 'neath that water
Like from the altar, I break bread with you hip-hop
Just me where the sauce, a piece of mind is what it cost ya
The beginning of the better, of forever
Like Pete Rock in the lab: no telling what chef up
You find a will to flow the bottom does settle
I was digging in the crates, just a 40 and your shovel
Old school Chevy, sprayed it Ole Miss
My definition for [?] and call it heavy
808 bass in, haters [?]
you was Kid N Playin', I was UGKing
"Say it so, KRIT", bitch, I'm just saying
Don't play me like no
These Alpines leave you
Country [?] hella gumpshin, tell them take that
Happy birthday hip-hop, now 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 find the
My didn't know about [?] Souls of Mischief
See the Bible what gave me the 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 would've thunk it, I we onto something
Like a speaker on my chest, no holding back they hear me
If you check my gun function, I've 'bout it 'bout it
The royalties within my jeans and so outta pocket
Back Screw was popping, Them 4s and vogues was chopping
The swangas [?] and pendulums and boppers bopping
on the golden times
3000 rhymed over so organized