Luyện nghe bài hát Is That You?

Violent J, J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so wanna do?
J, Violent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown painted for you

I Faygo, it's only a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on tits when we fucking
I'm with that kinky shit, hoe
I can see you butt, naked in your

Shimmy up the house dash
Now I'm press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, hoe, ya know
I'm J of the ICP, yo, I got me a checklins cashing

If I spend it with the hoes I'm crashing
But don't get all geek
'Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your
What's this clown shit

A knife to your
And your throat's out
a do-me-ray
Now about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is you?
Yeah, let me tell ya I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is you?
Yo, Nate, Yo, woo hoo

Frontin', frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent, Violent J is gonna ya something

If ya know a bitch who got
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat shit
Boohoo what'cha cry for?
I'm that that your bitch would die for

The whore up at my front door
So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back
The bitch thought it was a cake
She said, Drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at

You driving me home, well, I ta
But have changed so get your ass on the Centaur
Hoe, ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be
Kid Rock, Kid Rock slacking, hoes I be macking

Violent J serving ghetto hard shit
The funk, the funk the old days
Violent J ghetto hard street shit
The from the old days

Well, I'm up for the in a minute
me a valley, I might yodek in it
Like else I know, I been to Mount Plen
As been to Romeo, meo, meo

Wicked clowns flow for ya son
Three for the treble, for the drum
Five for the that I run with
Bitch your mother 'cause you're done with

Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your
And asleep butt-naked on the front couch
So, me, pops, I'm napping
So could ya shut the fuck up that yapping?

And wife's all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a or something
'Cuz it really don't matter, I'm a show my nuts to innocent
Every fucking day 'cuz it's time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is you?
Yeah, let me tell you what I do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is you?
I just said, It was

Skinny dipping in the pool, you know, I drown
Fuck them doggie style and play ass like a bongo
Hit it, hit, it
Hitting rums and never wimp, ho

Smoke my dick it's a big spliff
ain't a blooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super
But I pull it out for a cheap joke

Instead I play John in a sequel to Deep throat
Taste the nut in mouth, just to school ya
But ho, let the smooth taste fool ya
Don't let the taste fool ya