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 voice is off, cause I called you

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

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

You can't even cook a hot dog or pour a glass of
rather walk around with plastic coats over your head
in the rain lookin for a bag and Moschino belt
You to see how McDonald's feel
Stop lookin around you 'Superfly' and Ron O'Neal
I'ma let you know how 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 pregnant month
with your +Belly+ stickin out like movie and

You up with diamonds just to eat
Don't even finish your complete
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 Alfred Hitchcock
Maybe he can your liposuction stretch marks and tax deduction
The second is still introduction
So you actin a sad puppy
lookin at me through the fish like a guppy
(Why you have to at me so stupid like that?)

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

First of all I bought the food you didn't even say you
Now put on your bibs and chew your
You got grease on your hand and your skirt
I'ma call your mom you get off work so your head hurt
You wasn't invited to the concert V.I.P. backstage
Who's this? you doin here?
I'm ashamed of you, I'm straight
I hate you, I'm not gonna you
I'ma take you to White asshole
I don't wear platinum, I gold
My ability is laughin at you like comedy
You to sit down, pull out a Swanson TV dinner
Peanut butter and fill up your belly
in the cabinet start grabbin it
Kool-Aid and lemonade get comfortable under the
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 with the wrong man
All of your big-head kids are ugly {*laughing*}