Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

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

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

Maxin in the - I know your type
Maxin in the - I know 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 coats over your head
in the lookin for a coach bag and Moschino belt
You need to see how feel
Stop lookin around you 'Superfly' and Ron O'Neal
I'ma let you know how beef and a quarter pound is
Now go get your autograph and take a with the Cheeseburglar
Let him how you got your hair done
And you're like you're pregnant this month
with your +Belly+ stickin out like movie and

You dress up with just to eat
even finish your plate complete
When the bill come, you try to act like you 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 Alfred Hitchcock
Maybe he can afford your liposuction stretch and tax deduction
The verse is still introduction
So you actin like a sad
at me through the fish 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 your
in the shade - I know your type

First of all I bought the food you even say thank you
Now put on your bibs and chew ribs
You got grease on your hand and your favorite
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 here?
I'm of you, I'm bein straight
I you, I'm not gonna face you
I'ma take you to White Castle
I don't platinum, I wear gold
My maturity is laughin at you like comedy
You need to sit down, out a Swanson TV dinner
Peanut and jelly'll fill up your belly
Bread in the start grabbin it
Kool-Aid and lemonade get under the shade
and let the barbershop, give bob wig a tight fade

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

You slept with the man
All seven of your big-head kids are ugly