Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

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

So you're extravagant, think you all
some corn flakes in the kitchen
and turkey sandwich on top of the
That's right girl, don't your eyes at me like a alligator
Put your Chanel shades on, walk with your in your butt
Runnin your fingers through your raise(?)
Look at girlfriend with her hair weave fallin out
On my phone, up my bill
to broke-ass drug dealer friends
to Western you three dollars from Cancun
You're now in the red with your real hair stickin from under wig
showin behind your head, with real, 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
pretty you need to pull over in Taco Bell
I seen your kind before with spittin
pumpkin seeds in your living floor
I know your type.. I your type

Maxin in the - I know your type
Maxin in the - I know your 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 over your
in the rain lookin for a coach bag and belt
You need to see how feel
Stop lookin around like you 'Superfly' and Ron
I'ma let you know how beef and a quarter pound is
Now go get your and take a picture with the Cheeseburglar
Let him know how you got hair done
And you're movin like pregnant this month
with your +Belly+ stickin out like movie and

You dress up with diamonds to eat
Don't even finish your plate
the bill come, you try to act like you can't 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 second verse is introduction
So you like a sad puppy
lookin at me through the fish tanks like a
(Why you have to look at me so like that?)

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

of all I bought the food 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 your mom after you get off so your head hurt
You wasn't to the concert that's V.I.P. backstage
Who's this? What you doin
I'm ashamed of you, I'm straight
I hate you, I'm not gonna you
I'ma take you to White Castle
I don't wear platinum, I gold
My maturity is laughin at you like comedy
You to sit down, pull out a Swanson TV dinner
Peanut butter and jelly'll up your belly
in the cabinet start grabbin it
Kool-Aid and lemonade get comfortable the shade
and let the barbershop, your bob wig a tight fade

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

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