Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

Hey girl, you frontin on that
That cellular phone workin
that? Pre-paid, from J&J
And voice mail is off, cause I called you

So extravagant, think you all that
There's some corn in the kitchen
and turkey on top of the 'fridgerator
That's right girl, roll your eyes at me like a alligator
Put Chanel shades 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 dealer friends
to Western Union you three dollars from
You're now in the red with 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 smell
Lookin for NBA players to take you to eat and you don't even gas
Actin pretty you need to pull over in Bell
I seen your kind before with spittin
seeds in your living room floor
I know your type.. I know type

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

You can't even cook a hot dog or pour a of milk
You'd rather around with plastic coats over your head
in the rain lookin for a coach bag and 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 pound is real
Now go get your autograph and take a picture the Cheeseburglar
Let him know how you got hair done
And you're movin like pregnant this month
with your +Belly+ stickin out like and soundtrack

You up with diamonds just to eat
Don't finish your plate 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 Rolls 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 tanks a guppy
(Why you to look at me so stupid like that?)

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

First of all I bought the you didn't even say thank you
Now put on your and chew your ribs
You got grease on your hand and your favorite
I'ma call your mom after you get off work so your head
You wasn't to the concert 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
I'ma take you to White Castle
I wear platinum, I wear gold
My maturity ability is at you like comedy
You need to sit down, pull out a TV dinner
Peanut butter and jelly'll up your belly
Bread in the cabinet grabbin it
Kool-Aid and get comfortable under the shade
and let the barbershop, give your bob wig a tight

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

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