Luyện nghe bài hát Missisippi

(Palmdale was the peak of my life
But over with homeboy
I'm to go home 'cause)
Please me back home (you know what I'm sayin)
To
(I got my Greyhound ticket here man
I'm to go back and kick it with my family 'cause)
Please me back home (take a couple pounds of this weed)
To
(You shmell me
Yeah, them fools back to '82 'cause)

South Central, Palmdale flossin
I in a place called Palmer's Crossing
Hattiesburg,
marijuana like a Woodstock hippy
All my in Laurel
Beg
Buy my rap tape
DJ Pumpkin "Keep it crunckin Clyde"?
Request my when you go inside
So I can take and girl
To
Fuck little homegirl
Make her curl
their world
Leave with their Auntie
She me sucks me
Fucks me me
Cries every I leave Biloxi
But I in the Coup
I gots to go
Scoop ho
From
Hit it once hit it twice, then I hit it
Hit it in
Make that bitch rub her again
the nipples on her tit again
Suck my until she spit again

Please me back home (Hell yeah)
To
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump
Please me back home (Hell yeah)
To
the delta to the coast
I'm the most
Grab your 40 ounce, toast

I sold rock down in Ellisville
hit the pipe, they can tell it's real
Kept my dope stashed with hoochie
Way down yonder in East
be sweatin outta town dog
Sniffin my car with a dog
me from my bitch and shit
Tryin to get my bitch to fuckin and shit
Roscoe P. Coltrane
Runnin warrant checks on the
But I can't be no hip hop
in the back of some police car
Did you the gun? NO
Did you find the NO
Open up the back door ???Well son, free to go???
A-F-R-O marijuana
Flossed like a
In a clean low
Come on let's all get drunk
I hope I don't with a punk tonight
Get
As I this
through Purvis

Hope I don't crash I hit Petal
Get my ass kicked in the ghetto
police won't let me go
So I'ma slow
my fro
I was dumb, now I'm y'all
summer y'all
I fucked all the little girls in Sumrall
Grabbed my guitar and started a tune
For Nikki and
Down in Picayune,
Just like a I be diggin
All the pretty young women in
On the

I got my dick down girl's throat
I can't help it I'm a Crip
I think you to wipe your lip baby
Hula Hula
The whole house
What's up all the bitches down in Pascagoula
Small towns, small
But they still got big ole asses titties
Is it a Is it a plane?
It's the hungry hustler
Flyin through the air in my
Geri activator in my hair
I'm in like Janet when I hit Jackson
Always plenty panty action
McClaine, even
Tell the world Mississippi's your home
Yazoo, and Natchez
I got the brother, who got the matches?
Who got the DJ that scratches?
Depend on me my name was patches
First it was a black thing, just the big
Now I roll
With all the
Never thought I'd see the Klu Klux Klan
front row seats for the Afroman
Confederate flags tobacco in their
a beautiful thing jumpin off in the South
Afroman, I'm a of it
Hattiesburg hip hop I'm the of it
I'm the
I'm the
And all you haters, I'll you like potatoes
I'll make your holler and scream
Then cook me cornbread and collard greens

Please take me back (Hell yeah)
To
Crooked letter letter hump-back hump-back
the bomb, bump that
Please take me back (Hell yeah)
To
From the to the coast
I'm doin the
Grab your 40 ounce, let's

1982, '83, '84
Erin, Broste, Carlos, and
to break dance in my B-Boy stance
Micheal Jackson glove, parachute
Calvin Gary, Garnett
G-dog 'cause, I don't believe we
But hey G-dog, you and see dog
Whatever happens 'cause, you and me dog
Or I say loc
you my folk
So let's a toke
we croak
I'm a locsta
spokesta
Drinking like I'm supposed to
Bottle after dog in my lip-a
Flowing on the mic like the Mississippi

Please take me home (Hell yeah)
To
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump
take me back home (Hell yeah)
To
From the delta to the
I'm doin the
Grab your 40 ounce, toast

take me back home (Hell yeah)
To
Crooked crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump
Please take me home (Hell yeah)
To
From the to the coast
I'm the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's