Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Birthday Hip-Hop

[feat.
Twin states mane: Alabama,
Big KRIT
Happy, birthday, happy birthday...
1: Yelawolf]
I used to do backspins, no Adidas
In my house, listening to Coup
out the country like a pair 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' [?] and that UGK, and that group home
And Skinny Pimp from Tennessee, and I the songs
Mystikal, muthafucka: put your on
That's mustard: no Poupon
Boys trick or treat: let's go home
Deep dish D's: drop two
And I know Alabama ain't your
But I just come to happy birthday


Yelawolf and Big KRIT on some new
We got that firewater, so keep candles lit
Happy hip hop!
and it don't stop
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 hollerin' little shawty
Just look I done bought ya
The very best that I possess from 'neath that country
Like preaching from the altar, I break with you hip-hop
Just show me 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 we'll up
You find a will to once the bottom does settle
I was digging in the crates, just bring a 40 and shovel
Old school Chevy, sprayed it Ole Miss
My definition for [?] and it heavy metal
808 bass in, haters [?]
you was Kid N Playin', I was UGKing
"Say it ain't so, KRIT", bitch, I'm just
play me like no sucka
These leave you muffled
Country [?] hella gumpshin, tell them niggas take
Happy birthday hip-hop, now show me where the at

3:]
Bonita fried, pie baum 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 [?] Souls of Mischief
See the Bible what gave me the spirit
But it didn't give me rap, cause I wasn't supposed to it
So I had to walk under them Rebel
my hoodie inside out, with Adidas on the tag
Who would've it, I think we onto something
Like a speaker on my chest, no back they hear me coming
If you check my gun function, I've 'bout it 'bout it
The royalties within my jeans and so outta pocket
when Screw was popping, Them 4s and vogues was chopping
The swangas [?] and and boppers kept bopping
on the golden times
3000 over noise so organized