Luyện nghe bài hát Missisippi

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

Before South Central, flossin
I stayed in a place called Palmer's
Hattiesburg,
Smokin like a Woodstock hippy
All my homies in
Beg
Buy my rap tape
Tell DJ Pumpkin "Keep it Clyde"?
Request my tape when you go
So I can take Jane and
To
Fuck little homegirl
Make her toes
Rock their
Leave with their Sheryl
She sucks me me
me fucks me
Cries every time I Biloxi
But I hops in the
I gots to go
Scoop ho
Tupelo
Hit it hit it twice, then I hit it again
Hit it in
Make that bitch rub her clit
the nipples on her tit again
Suck my dick she spit again

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

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

Hope I don't crash when I hit
Get my ass in the white ghetto
Prejudice police let me go
So drive slow
my fro
I was dumb, now I'm dumber
summer y'all
I all the little girls down in Sumrall
Grabbed my and started pickin a tune
For Nikki and
in Picayune, baby
Just like a shovel I be
All the pretty young women in
On the

I got my dick down girl's throat
I can't it I'm a Crip baby
I think you need to wipe your lip
Hula Hula
The whole ruler
What's up with all the bitches down in
Small towns, cities
But they still got big ole asses plus
Is it a Is it a plane?
It's the hungry hustler
Flyin the air in my underwear
Geri curl in my hair
I'm in control like Janet I hit Jackson
Always gettin plenty panty
McClaine, even
Tell the whole world Mississippi's your
Yazoo, Columbia and
I got the weed brother, who got the
Who got the funky DJ scratches?
on me like my name was patches
First it was a thing, just the big Willies
Now I roll
With all the
Never ever thought I'd see the Klu Klux
Buying row seats for the Afroman
Confederate tobacco in their mouth
It's a thing jumpin off in the South
Afroman, I'm a of it
hip hop I'm the start of it
I'm the
I'm the
And all you haters, I'll you like potatoes
I'll make your girlfriend and scream
Then me some cornbread and collard greens

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

1982, '83, '84
Erin, Broste, Carlos, and
Tryin to break dance in my B-Boy
Micheal Jackson glove, parachute
Calvin Gary, Jones
'cause, I don't believe we grown
But hey G-dog, you and see dog
Whatever 'cause, it's you and me dog
Or I say loc
you my folk
So let's take a
we croak
I'm a locsta
Hundred
Drinking like I'm supposed to
Bottle bottle dog in my lip-a
on the mic like the Mississippi river

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

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