Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

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

So you're extravagant, think you all
There's some corn flakes in the
and turkey sandwich on top of the
That's right girl, don't roll your eyes at me a alligator
Put your Chanel shades on, walk with your thong in your
Runnin your fingers through your raise(?)
Look at your girlfriend with her hair weave out
On my phone, runnin up my
Talkin to drug dealer friends
to Western Union you three dollars from
now in the red with your real hair stickin from under your wig
showin behind your head, with real, pimples on your
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
Actin you need to pull over in Taco Bell
I your kind before with mice spittin
pumpkin seeds in your living floor
I know type.. I know your type

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

You can't even cook a hot dog or a glass 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 McDonald's
Stop lookin around you 'Superfly' and Ron O'Neal
I'ma let you know how beef and a pound is real
Now go get your autograph and take a picture the Cheeseburglar
Let him know how you got your done
And you're movin like you're pregnant this
with +Belly+ stickin out like movie and soundtrack

You up with diamonds just to eat
Don't even your plate complete
the bill come, you try to act like you can't see the receipt
Walkin up the with Vivica Fox type girlfriends
a seventy-year-old man, in a mansion
with a seventy-five Rolls Royce, that look like Hitchcock
Maybe he can afford your stretch 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 have to look at me so like that?)

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

First of all I bought the food you didn't even say you
Now put on your and chew your ribs
You got grease on your hand and favorite skirt
I'ma call your mom after you get off work so your head
You wasn't invited to the concert V.I.P. backstage
Who's this? What you doin
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 platinum, I wear gold
My maturity is laughin at you like comedy
You need to sit down, pull out a TV dinner
Peanut butter and fill up your belly
in the cabinet start grabbin it
Kool-Aid and lemonade get comfortable the shade
and let the barbershop, your bob wig a tight fade

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

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