Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

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

So you're extravagant, you all that
some corn flakes in the kitchen
and turkey sandwich on top of the
That's right girl, don't roll your at me like a alligator
Put your Chanel shades on, walk with your thong in your
Runnin fingers through your cheap raise(?)
at your girlfriend with her hair weave 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 your real hair stickin from under wig
showin behind your head, with real, pimples on face
You can't me in my place; them cigarettes smell
Lookin for NBA to take you to eat and you don't even have gas
pretty you need to pull over in Taco Bell
I seen your kind with mice spittin
pumpkin seeds in your living room
I know your type.. I know your

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

You can't even cook a hot dog or pour a of milk
You'd rather walk around with coats over your head
in the rain lookin for a coach bag and belt
You need to see how McDonald's
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 how you got your hair done
And you're movin like you're pregnant this
with your +Belly+ stickin out like movie and

You dress up with diamonds 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 seventy-five Rolls Royce, that like Alfred Hitchcock
Maybe he can afford your liposuction 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 look at me so stupid that?)

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

First of all I the food you didn't even say thank you
Now put on your bibs and chew your
You got grease on your hand and your skirt
I'ma call your mom after you get off work so your hurt
You wasn't invited to the concert V.I.P. backstage
Who's What you doin here?
I'm ashamed of you, I'm bein
I hate you, I'm not gonna you
I'ma take you to White asshole
I don't wear platinum, I gold
My maturity ability is laughin at you comedy
You to sit down, pull out a Swanson TV dinner
Peanut butter and jelly'll fill up your
Bread in the cabinet start it
Kool-Aid and lemonade get comfortable under the
and let the barbershop, give your bob wig a tight

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

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