Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Drinkin' Milk Now

Yeah,
fresh wes

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

[maestro fresh
First I learn to crawl, I learn to walk
I learn 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 eating gerber's baby
The crazy with the pablum, the bad one
I grab the mic like a magnum
Fly girls was jiggling, to my ding-a-ling
Wes, you was hitting as a baby
true but I was fingering
Yeah, check out shorty in the
They're some big rhyming at the ciphers
knew that I be wealthy
They to say
"that baby boy talent, but his mouth is so filthy"
I worte creazy rhymes to the
Had the, freedom of
But I couldn't reach, the tall glass of milk
On the table, my lyrics were
But still I wasn't to get it
I didn't sweat it, I it no mind
I wrote another fat rhyme at the 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 wes]
No time for chilling
I wrote a killa rap, 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 play cool, couldn't a fool
So many mcs, are out of pre-school
To get a deal, forget it gotta hustle
Yo yo yo, how did money off?
Got lost in the
Ho thought he was a
chick he'd meet he romanced her
Acting like a private
But the music hobbes, is serious as cancer
No place for a rapper, that still papmpers
Even if signed, you'll still got to struggle
And making fat beats is just a piece of the
So to the brother that made the soul clap
Becuase my labels me flack money had my back
Forget the pacifier and beachnut
Came out 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
a fact not a fable, (word)
Get out the
Or you'll be grippling your record label
No time to clown, if you want to stay around
Learn the business, and ain't a playground
No for dr. suess, or mother goose
You can and produce, but now you got to get loose
a piece of advice, now go your own path
And that allowance that you're getting money gonna last
(what's this? ) fat beat that I build
You know it took a long
But the borther's milk

x4

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