Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Drinkin' Milk Now

Yeah,
fresh wes

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

[maestro fresh
First I to crawl, then I learn to walk
Then I learn to talk, then I to rhyme
Suckers try to my lines
But i'mma ya
On the I murder
Killing chump
Since the days of eating gerber's food
The crazy dude the pablum, the bad one
I grab the mic just a magnum
Fly girls was jiggling, to my ding-a-ling
Wes, you was hitting skins as a
Yeah but I was fingering
Yeah, check out shorty in the
They're big motherfuckers rhyming at the ciphers
Grown-ups knew I be wealthy
used to say
"that baby boy talent, but his mouth is so filthy"
I creazy rhymes to the beat
Had the, of speach
But I still couldn't reach, the tall of milk
On the table, my lyrics were
But still I able 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 hear my say, "wesley you son of a gun"

x2

[maestro wes]
No time for chilling
I wrote a killa rap, made an track
back the similack
Graduated the formula, I had a scheme
Milk was calling me, just the pipe to a fiend
But still I had to cool, couldn't play a fool
So many mcs, are dropping out of
To get a record deal, it gotta hustle
Yo yo yo, how did fall off?
Got lost in the
Ho thought he was a
Every chick he'd he romanced her
Acting like a dancer
But the music industry hobbes, is as cancer
No place for a rapper, that still wearing
Even if you're signed, still got to struggle
And making fat beats is a piece of the puzzle
So props to the brother that made the clap
Becuase my gave me flack money had my back
Forget the pacifier and your
Came out three cuts
Now on these nuts
I got another rhyme, won't you it
So fine tune the mic, engineer and i'mma 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 with your label
No time to play clown, if you want to around
the business, and this ain't a playground
No for dr. suess, or mother 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? ) another fat that I build
You know it a long time
But the borther's milk

x4

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