Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Birthday Hip-Hop

[feat.
Twin mane: Alabama, Mississippi
Big KRIT
Happy, happy birthday, birthday...
[Verse 1:
I used to do backspins, no Adidas
In my grandmama's house, listening to
Straight out the country like a of boots
With [?] no to match
I was hip-hop before I to be hip
Some dirty British Knights, tied up, 6
Don't give me the to cut my pie with
I did it, scooped the poofs under my eyelids
I was bumpin' that [?] and that UGK, and that group
And Skinny from Tennessee, and I knew the songs
Mystikal, muthafucka: put boots on
That's mustard: no Poupon
Geto trick or treat: let's go home
dish D's: drop two tones
And I know Alabama your birthplace
But I just come to happy birthday


Yelawolf and Big KRIT on new shit
We got that firewater, so keep your lit
birthday hip hop!
Mississippi/Alabama and it don't
The door slamming and the rims
states from the bottom, now we on top
So birthday, hip hop
We worldwide and it don't
2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I'm hollerin' little shawty
Just look I done bought ya
The very best that I from 'neath that country water
Like preaching from the altar, I break with you hip-hop
Just show me where the sauce, a piece of is what it cost ya
The beginning of the better, return of
Pete Rock in the lab: no telling what we'll chef up
You find a will to 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 definition for [?] and call it heavy
808 bass in, [?] facing
While you was Kid N Playin', I was
"Say it ain't so, KRIT", bitch, I'm just
Don't play me like no
These Alpines you muffled
Country [?] gumpshin, tell them niggas take that
Happy birthday hip-hop, now show me where the 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 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 inside out, with Adidas on the tag
Who would've thunk it, I think we something
a speaker on my chest, no holding back they hear me coming
If you check my gun function, been 'bout it 'bout it
The within my jeans and they so outta pocket
Back when Screw was popping, Them 4s and vogues was
The swangas [?] and pendulums and boppers kept
on the golden times
3000 rhymed noise so organized