Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Drinkin' Milk Now

Yeah,
fresh wes

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

fresh wes]
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 baby food
The crazy dude the pablum, the bad one
I grab the mic just a magnum
Fly was jiggling, clinging to my ding-a-ling
Wes, you was skins 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
used to say
"that boy gots talent, but his mouth is so filthy"
I worte creazy to the beat
Had the, of speach
But I still couldn't reach, the tall glass of
On the table, my lyrics were
But still I able to get it
I didn't sweat it, I it no mind
I another fat rhyme at the drop 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 fresh
No time for black
I wrote a killa rap, an illa track
Knocking back the
from the formula, I had a scheme
Milk was calling me, like the pipe to a fiend
But still I had to play cool, play a fool
So many mcs, are dropping out of
To get a record deal, forget it hustle
Yo yo yo, how did money fall
Got lost in the
Ho he was a prankster
Every chick he'd he romanced her
Acting like a private
But the music industry hobbes, is as cancer
No place for a rapper, that wearing papmpers
Even if you're signed, still got to struggle
And making fat beats is a piece of the puzzle
So to the brother that made the soul clap
Becuase my labels gave me money had my back
the pacifier and your beachnut
Came out three cuts
Now everybody's on these
I got rhyme, won't you check it
So fine tune the mic, engineer and 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 with your record label
No to play clown, if you want to stay around
Learn the business, and ain't 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 gonna last
(what's this? ) another fat beat that I
You know it took a time
But the borther's drinking

x4

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