Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

Hey girl, you frontin on phone
That cellular phone workin
What's Pre-paid, from J&J
And your voice mail is off, I called you

So extravagant, think you all that
There's some corn flakes in the
and sandwich on top of the 'fridgerator
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 your cheap raise(?)
Look at your girlfriend with her hair weave out
On my phone, up my bill
Talkin to broke-ass drug dealer
to Western Union you dollars from Cancun
You're now in the red with your real hair stickin under your wig
showin behind your head, real, pimples on your face
You disrespect me in my place; them cigarettes smell
Lookin for NBA players to you to eat and you don't even have gas
Actin pretty you need to pull over in Taco
I seen your before with mice spittin
pumpkin seeds in your living floor
I know type.. I know your type

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

You even cook a hot dog or pour a glass of milk
You'd rather walk around with plastic coats your head
in the rain lookin for a bag and Moschino belt
You need to see how feel
lookin around like 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 your done
And you're like you're pregnant this month
with your +Belly+ stickin out like and soundtrack

You dress up with diamonds to eat
Don't even your plate complete
When the bill come, you try to act like you see the receipt
Walkin up the block with Fox type girlfriends
a seventy-year-old man, in a mansion
with a Rolls Royce, that look like Alfred Hitchcock
he can afford your liposuction stretch marks and tax deduction
The verse is still introduction
So you like a sad puppy
lookin at me through the fish tanks a guppy
(Why you have to at me so stupid like that?)

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

First of all I bought the you didn't even say thank you
Now put on bibs and chew your ribs
You got grease on hand and your favorite skirt
I'ma call mom after 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 face you
I'ma take you to Castle asshole
I wear platinum, I wear gold
My maturity ability is laughin at you like
You need to sit down, out a Swanson TV dinner
Peanut butter and jelly'll fill up belly
Bread in the cabinet grabbin it
Kool-Aid and lemonade get 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 type
in the shade - I know your type
Maxin in the

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