Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

Hey girl, you frontin on 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
There's some corn in the kitchen
and turkey sandwich on top of the
right girl, don't roll your eyes at me like a alligator
Put Chanel shades on, walk with your thong in your butt
Runnin your fingers through your raise(?)
Look at your girlfriend with her 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 your wig
showin behind your head, real, pimples on your face
You can't disrespect me in my place; them cigarettes
Lookin for NBA players to take you to eat and you even have gas
Actin you need to pull over in Taco Bell
I seen your kind 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 your
Maxin in the shade - I know 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 for a coach bag and Moschino belt
You to see how McDonald's feel
Stop lookin around like you 'Superfly' and Ron
let you know how beef and a quarter pound is real
Now go get autograph and take a picture with the Cheeseburglar
Let him know how you got your done
And you're movin like you're pregnant month
with your +Belly+ stickin out like movie and

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

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

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

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

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