Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

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

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

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

You can't even cook a hot dog or a glass of milk
You'd rather walk around with plastic coats over your
in the rain for a coach bag and Moschino belt
You need to see how McDonald's
Stop lookin around like you and Ron O'Neal
I'ma let you know how beef and a quarter pound is
Now go get your autograph and take a picture with the
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 dress up diamonds just to eat
Don't finish your plate complete
When the bill come, you try to act like you see the receipt
Walkin up the block with Fox type girlfriends
Jockin a seventy-year-old man, in a
with a seventy-five Rolls Royce, that look Alfred Hitchcock
Maybe he can afford your liposuction stretch and tax deduction
The second verse is introduction
So you actin a sad puppy
lookin at me through the tanks like a guppy
(Why you have to look at me so stupid that?)

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

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

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

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