Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Drinkin' Milk Now

Yeah,
fresh wes

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

[maestro wes]
First I learn to crawl, I learn to walk
Then I to talk, then I learn to rhyme
Suckers try to my lines
But i'mma ya
On the microphone I
Killing rappers
Since the days of gerber's baby food
The crazy dude the pablum, the bad one
I grab the mic just like a
Fly girls was jiggling, clinging to my
Wes, you was hitting as a baby
Yeah but I was fingering
Yeah, out shorty in the diapers
some big motherfuckers rhyming at the ciphers
Grown-ups knew I be wealthy
They to say
"that boy gots talent, but his mouth is so filthy"
I worte creazy rhymes to the
Had the, freedom of
But I still couldn't reach, the glass of milk
On the table, my lyrics were
But still I able to get it
I didn't sweat it, I paid it no
I another fat rhyme at the drop of a dime
Now I'm for the day to come
So I can hear my say, "wesley you son of a gun"

x2

[maestro fresh
No time for black
I wrote a rap, made an illa track
back the similack
Graduated the formula, I had a scheme
Milk was calling me, just like the pipe to a
But still I had to cool, couldn't play a fool
So mcs, are dropping out of pre-school
To get a deal, forget it gotta hustle
Yo yo yo, how did money fall
Got in the shuffle
Ho thought he was a
Every chick he'd meet he her
Acting a private dancer
But the music industry hobbes, is serious as
No place for a rapper, that still papmpers
if you're signed, you'll still got to struggle
And fat beats is just a piece of the puzzle
So to the brother that made the soul clap
my labels gave me flack money had my back
Forget the pacifier and your
out with three cuts
Now everybody's on these
I got rhyme, won't you check it
So fine the mic, engineer and i'mma wreck it

x3

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

x4

Outro [maestro wes]
Yeah, going out to in the crates, main source
We out