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 mail is off, 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 with your thong in butt
Runnin fingers through your cheap raise(?)
Look at your girlfriend with her weave fallin out
On my phone, runnin up my
Talkin to broke-ass drug dealer
to Western Union you three dollars from
You're now in the red your real hair stickin from under your wig
behind your head, with real, pimples on your face
You can't disrespect me in my place; them cigarettes
Lookin for NBA to take you to eat and you don't even have gas
Actin pretty you need to pull in Taco Bell
I seen your kind before with mice
pumpkin seeds in your living floor
I know your type.. I know your

Maxin in the - I know your type
Maxin in the shade - I your 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 to see how McDonald's feel
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 hair
And you're movin like you're pregnant this
with your +Belly+ stickin out like and soundtrack

You dress up diamonds just to eat
Don't even finish plate complete
When the bill come, you try to act you can't see the receipt
Walkin up the block with Vivica Fox type
a seventy-year-old man, in a mansion
with a seventy-five Royce, that look like Alfred Hitchcock
Maybe he can your liposuction stretch marks and tax deduction
The second verse is 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 your type
Maxin in the shade - I know type
Maxin in the shade - I know your

First of all I the food you didn't even say thank you
Now put on your bibs and your ribs
You got grease on your hand and favorite 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
this? What you doin here?
I'm of you, I'm bein straight
I hate you, I'm not gonna you
take you to White Castle asshole
I don't platinum, I wear gold
My maturity ability is 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 cabinet start it
Kool-Aid and get comfortable under the shade
and let the barbershop, your bob wig a tight fade

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

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