Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

Hey girl, you frontin on phone
That cellular ain't workin
What's Pre-paid, from J&J
And your mail is off, cause I called you

So you're extravagant, you all that
There's some corn in the kitchen
and turkey on top of the 'fridgerator
That's right girl, roll your eyes at me like a alligator
Put your Chanel shades on, walk with your in your butt
Runnin your fingers through cheap raise(?)
Look at girlfriend with her hair weave fallin out
On my phone, up my bill
Talkin to broke-ass drug dealer
to Western Union you three dollars from
You're now in the red with your real hair stickin from your wig
showin behind your head, with real, pimples on your
You can't me in my place; them cigarettes smell
Lookin for NBA players to take you to eat and you even have gas
Actin pretty you need to pull in Taco Bell
I seen your kind with mice spittin
pumpkin seeds in living room floor
I know your type.. I your type

in the shade - I know your type
Maxin in the shade - I your type
in the shade - I know your type

You even cook a hot dog or pour a glass of milk
You'd rather walk around with plastic coats over your
in the rain lookin for a coach bag and Moschino
You to see how McDonald's feel
Stop lookin around you 'Superfly' and Ron O'Neal
I'ma let you know how beef and a quarter is real
Now go get your autograph and take a picture the Cheeseburglar
Let him know how you got hair done
And you're movin like you're this month
with your +Belly+ out like movie and soundtrack

You up with diamonds just to eat
Don't even finish your plate
When the come, you try to act like you can't see the receipt
Walkin up the block with Vivica Fox girlfriends
Jockin a seventy-year-old man, in a
a seventy-five Rolls Royce, that look like Alfred Hitchcock
Maybe he can afford your liposuction stretch and tax deduction
The second verse is still
So you actin a sad puppy
lookin at me the fish tanks like a guppy
(Why you have to look at me so like that?)

Maxin in the shade - I know your
Maxin in the - I know your type
in the shade - I know your type

First of all I bought the you didn't even say thank you
Now put on bibs and chew your ribs
You got grease on your hand and your skirt
I'ma call your mom after you get off work so your head
You invited to the concert that's V.I.P. backstage
Who's this? What you here?
I'm ashamed of you, I'm straight
I hate you, I'm not gonna you
I'ma take you to White asshole
I wear platinum, I wear gold
My maturity ability is at you like comedy
You need to sit down, out a Swanson TV dinner
Peanut butter and jelly'll fill up belly
in the cabinet start grabbin it
Kool-Aid and lemonade get under the shade
and let the barbershop, give your bob wig a fade

Maxin in the shade - I know type
Maxin in the shade - I know type
Maxin in the shade - I your type
Maxin in the

You slept with the man
All seven of your big-head kids are {*laughing*}