Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Birthday Hip-Hop

[feat.
Twin states Alabama, Mississippi
Big KRIT
Happy, happy birthday, birthday...
[Verse 1:
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 before I to be hip
Some dirty Knights, tied up, size 6
Don't give me the to cut my pie with
I did it, hand the poofs under my eyelids
I was bumpin' that [?] and that UGK, and group home
And Skinny Pimp from Tennessee, and I the songs
Mystikal, muthafucka: put boots on
That's mustard: no Poupon
Geto Boys or treat: let's go home
Deep D's: drop two tones
And I know Alabama your birthplace
But I just come to celebrate: birthday


Yelawolf and Big KRIT on new shit
We got firewater, so keep your 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 don't
2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I'm breathe little shawty
Just look what I done ya
The very best I possess from 'neath that country water
Like preaching the altar, I break bread with you hip-hop
Just show me where the sauce, a piece of mind is what it ya
The beginning of the better, return of
Like Rock 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 school Chevy, sprayed it Ole Miss
My definition for [?] and it heavy metal
808 bass in, [?] facing
While you was Kid N Playin', I was
"Say it so, KRIT", bitch, I'm just saying
Don't play me no sucka
These Alpines leave you
Country [?] hella gumpshin, tell them niggas that
Happy birthday hip-hop, now show me where the at

3:]
Bonita fried, apple pie put me on
(Put 'em up) house, 2Pac's rock song
You see I had to dig to the hieroglyphics
My didn't know about [?] Souls of Mischief
See the Bible what gave me the spirit
But it didn't give me rap, cause I wasn't to hear it
So I had to walk them Rebel flags
With my hoodie inside out, Adidas on the tag
Who would've thunk it, I think we onto
Like a speaker on my chest, no holding back they me coming
If you check my gun function, I've been it 'bout it
The royalties within my jeans and so outta pocket
Back Screw was popping, Them 4s and vogues was chopping
The [?] and pendulums and boppers kept bopping
Reminiscing on the times
3000 rhymed over noise so