Luyện nghe bài hát Is That You?

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

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

Shimmy up the house side
Now I'm gonna my nuts on the glass
Let me in, hoe, don't ya
I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo, I got me a checklins

If I could spend it with the hoes I'm
But don't get all geek
'Cuz I'm a buy ya some to wash your butt
What's clown shit about?

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

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is you?
Yeah, let me ya what 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 know a who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that
Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry
I'm that nigga that your bitch die for

The whore up at my front door
So I her in the ass and I threw her out the back door
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 plans have so get your ass on the Centaur
Hoe, this ain't no I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, I be macking
Kid Rock, Kid Rock slacking, hoes I be macking

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

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

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

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

And your wife's all up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a wang or
'Cuz it really don't matter, I'm a my nuts 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 you?
I just said, It was

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

my dick like it's a big spliff
This ain't a blooper and I'm no
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 Holmes in a sequel to Deep
the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
But ho, let the smooth taste fool ya
Don't let the smooth taste ya