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 drinkin' now

fresh wes]
First I to crawl, then I learn to walk
Then I learn to talk, then I to rhyme
try to hock my lines
But serve ya
On the I murder
Killing rappers
Since the of eating gerber's baby food
The dude with the pablum, the bad one
I grab the mic just like a
Fly was jiggling, clinging to my ding-a-ling
Wes, you was hitting skins as a
Yeah true but I was
Yeah, out shorty in the diapers
They're some big rhyming at the ciphers
Grown-ups knew that I be
They to say
"that baby boy talent, but his mouth is so filthy"
I worte creazy to the beat
Had the, freedom of
But I still reach, the tall glass of milk
On the table, my were stable
But still I able to get it
I didn't it, I paid it no mind
I wrote another fat rhyme at the drop of a
Now I'm hoping for the day to
So I can hear my say, "wesley you son of a gun"

x2

[maestro wes]
No for chilling black
I wrote a killa rap, an illa track
back the similack
Graduated from the formula, I had a
Milk was calling me, just the pipe to a fiend
But still I had to play cool, couldn't play a
So mcs, are dropping out of pre-school
To get a record deal, it gotta hustle
Yo yo yo, how did money off?
Got lost in the
Ho he was a prankster
Every chick he'd meet he her
Acting a private dancer
But the industry hobbes, is serious as cancer
No place for a rapper, still wearing papmpers
Even if signed, you'll still got to struggle
And making fat beats is just a piece of the
So props to the that made the soul clap
Becuase my labels me flack money had my back
Forget the and your beachnut
Came out three cuts
Now everybody's on nuts
I got another rhyme, you check it
So fine the mic, engineer 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 grippling with your record
No time to play clown, if you want to stay
Learn the business, and this a playground
No time for dr. suess, or mother
You can rhyme and produce, but now you got to get
Just a of advice, now go your own path
And that allowance that getting money ain't gonna last
(what's this? ) fat beat that I build
You know it a long time
But the drinking milk

x4

Outro fresh wes]
Yeah, out to diggin' in the crates, main source
We out