Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

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

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

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

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

You dress up with diamonds to eat
even finish your plate complete
When the come, you try to act like you can't see the receipt
up the block with Vivica Fox type girlfriends
Jockin a seventy-year-old man, in a
with a seventy-five Rolls Royce, that look like Alfred
Maybe he can afford your liposuction stretch marks and tax
The verse is still introduction
So you like 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 your type
Maxin in the shade - I know type
in the shade - I know your type

First of all I bought the food you didn't even say you
Now put on your bibs and chew ribs
You got grease on your hand and your skirt
call 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 wear platinum, I wear gold
My maturity ability is at you like comedy
You to sit down, pull out a Swanson TV dinner
Peanut butter and jelly'll up your belly
in the cabinet start grabbin it
Kool-Aid and get comfortable under the shade
and let the barbershop, give your bob wig a tight

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

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