Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Drinkin' Milk Now

Yeah,
fresh wes

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

[maestro fresh
First I learn to crawl, I learn to walk
Then I learn to talk, then I learn to
Suckers try to hock my
But serve ya
On the I murder
Killing chump
Since the of eating gerber's 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 hitting as a baby
Yeah true but I was
Yeah, out shorty in the diapers
some big motherfuckers rhyming at the ciphers
Grown-ups that I be wealthy
They to say
"that baby boy gots talent, but his is so filthy"
I creazy rhymes to the beat
Had the, freedom of
But I still couldn't reach, the glass of milk
On the table, my were stable
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 hoping for the day to
So I can my dukes say, "wesley you son of a gun"

x2

[maestro fresh
No time for black
I wrote a rap, made an illa track
Knocking the similack
Graduated from the formula, I had a
was calling me, just like the pipe to a fiend
But still I had to play cool, couldn't a fool
So many mcs, are dropping out of
To get a deal, forget it gotta hustle
Yo yo yo, how did money off?
Got in the shuffle
Ho he was a prankster
Every chick meet he romanced her
like a private dancer
But the music hobbes, is serious as cancer
No place for a rapper, still wearing papmpers
Even if you're signed, you'll got to struggle
And making fat beats is a piece of the puzzle
So props to the brother made the soul clap
my labels gave me flack money had my back
Forget the and your beachnut
out with three cuts
Now on these nuts
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, support
Like krs said, you got to yourself
a fact not a fable, (word)
Get out the
Or you'll be grippling with record label
No time to play clown, if you to stay around
Learn the business, and this a playground
No time for dr. suess, or mother
You can and produce, but now you got to get loose
Just a piece of advice, now go own path
And that allowance that you're getting money gonna last
(what's this? ) another fat beat that I
You it took a long time
But the borther's drinking

x4

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