Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

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

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

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

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

You dress up with just to eat
Don't even finish plate complete
the bill come, you try to act like you can't see the receipt
Walkin up the block Vivica Fox type girlfriends
a seventy-year-old man, in a mansion
with a seventy-five Royce, that look like Alfred Hitchcock
Maybe he can afford your liposuction stretch marks and tax
The second verse is introduction
So you actin a sad puppy
lookin at me through the fish like a guppy
(Why you to look at me so stupid like that?)

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

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 favorite skirt
I'ma your mom after you get off work so your head hurt
You wasn't invited to the that's V.I.P. backstage
Who's this? you doin here?
I'm of you, I'm bein straight
I hate you, I'm not gonna you
I'ma take you to Castle asshole
I don't wear platinum, I wear
My maturity ability is at you like comedy
You need to sit down, pull out a Swanson TV
Peanut and jelly'll fill up your belly
Bread in the cabinet grabbin it
Kool-Aid and lemonade get comfortable under the
and let the barbershop, give bob wig a tight fade

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

You slept the wrong man
All seven of your kids are ugly {*laughing*}