Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Birthday Hip-Hop

[feat.
states mane: Alabama, Mississippi
Big KRIT
Happy, happy birthday, birthday...
1: Yelawolf]
I to do backspins, no Adidas suit
In my house, listening to Coup
Straight out the like a pair of boots
With [?] no to match
I was hip-hop I ought to be hip
Some dirty Knights, tied up, size 6
give me the spoon to cut my pie with
I did it, hand scooped the under my eyelids
I was bumpin' that [?] and that UGK, and that group
And Skinny Pimp from Tennessee, and I the songs
Mystikal, muthafucka: put boots on
That's mustard: no Poupon
Geto Boys trick or treat: go home
Deep dish drop two tones
And I know Alabama your birthplace
But I just come to happy birthday


Yelawolf and Big KRIT on some new
We got that firewater, so keep your lit
birthday hip hop!
Mississippi/Alabama and it don't
The slamming and the rims chop
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 breathe little shawty
Just look I done bought ya
The very best that I possess from 'neath country 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 beginning of the better, of forever
Like Pete Rock in the lab: no what we'll chef up
You find a will to flow once the does settle
I was digging in the crates, just bring a 40 and shovel
Old school Chevy, sprayed it Ole Rebel
My for [?] and call it heavy metal
808 in, haters [?] facing
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
[?] hella gumpshin, tell them niggas 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, rock song
You see I had to dig to find the
My mama didn't about [?] Souls 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 under them Rebel
With my hoodie inside out, with 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, Them 4s and vogues was
The swangas [?] and pendulums and boppers bopping
on the golden times
3000 rhymed over so organized