Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

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

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

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

You can't even cook a hot dog or pour a of milk
You'd rather around with plastic coats over your head
in the rain lookin for a bag and Moschino belt
You need to see how feel
lookin around like you 'Superfly' and Ron O'Neal
I'ma let you know how beef and a quarter is real
Now go get your autograph and a picture with the Cheeseburglar
Let him know how you got your hair
And you're movin like you're pregnant this
with +Belly+ stickin out like movie and soundtrack

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

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

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

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

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