Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

Hey girl, you frontin on phone
That phone ain't workin
What's Pre-paid, from J&J
And your voice is off, cause I called you

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

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

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

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

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

First of all I bought the food you didn't say thank you
Now put on your bibs and chew your
You got grease on your and your favorite skirt
I'ma call your mom after you get off so your head 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 straight
I hate you, I'm not gonna you
I'ma you to White 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
butter and jelly'll fill up your belly
Bread in the start grabbin it
Kool-Aid and lemonade get under the shade
and let the barbershop, give bob wig a tight fade

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

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