Luyện nghe bài hát Is That You?

Violent J, J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha do?
Violent J, Violent J, is you?
A wicked, wicked painted just for you

I drink Faygo, it's only a
I'm a pour it on your tits when we
'Cuz I'm with kinky shit, hoe
I can see you butt, in your window

Shimmy up the side dash
Now I'm gonna 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 could spend it with the I'm crashing
But don't get all geek
'Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash butt
What's this clown shit

A knife to neck
And throat's hanging out
With a
Now it's about 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 tell ya something

If ya a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will eat that shit
Boohoo what'cha cry for?
I'm that nigga 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 it was a cake drive
She said, Drive me to the city, so I her off at lakeside

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

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

Well, I'm up for the shot in a
Show me a valley, I might in it
Like somebody else I know, I been to Mount
As I've to Romeo, meo, meo

Wicked gonna flow for ya son
for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies I run with
Bitch call your mother 'cause you're done

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

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

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that
Yeah, let me tell you what I do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that
I said, It was motherfucker

dipping in the pool, you know, I drown hoes
Fuck them doggie style and play ass like a bongo
Hit it, hit, it
Hitting home rums and wimp, ho

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

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