Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Birthday Hip-Hop

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


Yelawolf and Big on some new shit
We got that firewater, so keep candles lit
birthday hip hop!
Mississippi/Alabama and it don't
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 bought ya
The very best that I possess from 'neath that water
Like preaching from the altar, I bread with you hip-hop
Just show me where the sauce, a piece of mind is what it ya
The beginning of the better, of forever
Pete Rock in the lab: no telling what we'll chef up
You a will to flow once the bottom does settle
I was digging in the crates, bring a 40 and your shovel
Old Chevy, sprayed it Ole Miss Rebel
My for [?] and call it heavy metal
808 in, haters [?] facing
you was Kid N Playin', I was UGKing
"Say it ain't so, KRIT", bitch, I'm saying
Don't me like no sucka
Alpines leave you muffled
Country [?] gumpshin, tell them niggas take that
Happy birthday hip-hop, now show me 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 [?] Souls of Mischief
See the Bible what gave me the holy
But it didn't give me rap, cause I wasn't supposed to it
So I had to under them Rebel flags
With my hoodie 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, been 'bout it 'bout it
The royalties within my jeans and they so outta
Back Screw was popping, Them 4s and vogues was chopping
The swangas [?] and pendulums and boppers bopping
Reminiscing on the times
3000 over noise so organized