Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Drinkin' Milk Now

Yeah,
fresh wes

Chorus x2 [maestro wes]
fresh wes y'all
I'm milk now
I'm drinkin' y'all
I'm drinkin' now

[maestro fresh
First I learn to crawl, then I to walk
Then I learn to talk, then I to rhyme
Suckers try to hock my
But serve ya
On the microphone I
Killing rappers
Since the days of eating baby food
The crazy with the pablum, the bad one
I grab the mic like a magnum
Fly was jiggling, clinging to my ding-a-ling
Wes, you was skins as a baby
true but I was fingering
Yeah, check out in the diapers
They're some big motherfuckers rhyming at the
Grown-ups knew I be wealthy
They to say
"that baby boy gots talent, but his is so filthy"
I worte creazy to the beat
Had the, freedom of
But I couldn't reach, the tall glass of milk
On the table, my lyrics stable
But still I wasn't to get it
I didn't sweat it, I it no mind
I wrote another fat at the drop of a dime
Now I'm for the day to come
So I can my dukes say, "wesley you son of a gun"

x2

[maestro fresh
No time for black
I wrote a killa rap, made an track
Knocking back the
from the formula, I had a scheme
Milk was me, just like the pipe to a fiend
But I had to play cool, couldn't play a fool
So many mcs, are out of pre-school
To get a record deal, it gotta hustle
Yo yo yo, how did money off?
Got in the shuffle
Ho thought he was a
Every chick he'd he romanced her
Acting like a private
But the industry hobbes, is serious as cancer
No for a rapper, that still wearing papmpers
Even if you're signed, still got to struggle
And making fat beats is just a piece of the
So props to the brother that made the soul
Becuase my labels gave me money had my back
Forget the and your beachnut
Came out three cuts
Now everybody's on these
I got another rhyme, you check it
So fine tune the mic, and i'mma wreck it

x3

[maestro fresh
You know you got to go for self, yourself
Like krs said, you got to yourself
a fact not a fable, (word)
Get out the
Or you'll be with your record label
No to play clown, if you want to stay around
Learn the business, and this ain't a
No for dr. suess, or mother goose
You can and produce, but now you got to get loose
Just a piece of advice, now go your own
And that allowance that you're getting money ain't last
(what's this? ) another fat beat that I
You know it a long time
But the borther's drinking

x4

Outro [maestro fresh
Yeah, going out to diggin' in the crates, main
We out