Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

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

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

Maxin in the shade - I know your
Maxin in the shade - I know your
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 plastic coats over your
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
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 movin like pregnant this month
with +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
Walkin up the block Vivica Fox type girlfriends
Jockin a seventy-year-old man, in a
with a seventy-five Royce, that look like Alfred Hitchcock
Maybe he can afford your stretch marks and tax deduction
The second verse is introduction
So you like a sad puppy
lookin at me the fish tanks like a guppy
(Why you to look at me so stupid like that?)

Maxin in the shade - I know your
in the shade - I know your 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 chew ribs
You got on your hand and your favorite skirt
I'ma call your mom you get off work so your head hurt
You wasn't invited to the concert that's V.I.P.
Who's this? What you doin
I'm ashamed of you, I'm bein
I hate you, I'm not face you
I'ma you to White Castle asshole
I don't wear platinum, I gold
My ability is laughin at you like comedy
You need to sit down, pull out a Swanson TV
Peanut butter and jelly'll fill up your
Bread in the cabinet grabbin it
and lemonade get comfortable under the shade
and let the barbershop, give bob wig a tight fade

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

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