Luyện nghe bài hát Missisippi

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

Before Central, Palmdale flossin
I stayed in a place called Palmer's
Hattiesburg,
Smokin marijuana like a hippy
All my homies in
Beg
Buy my rap tape
Tell DJ "Keep it crunckin Clyde"?
Request my when you go inside
So I can Jane and girl
To
their little homegirl
Make her curl
Rock world
Leave their Auntie Sheryl
She sucks me me
Fucks me me
Cries every time I Biloxi
But I hops in the
Cause I to go
Scoop ho
From
Hit it hit it twice, then I hit it again
Hit it in
Make that bitch rub her again
Pinch the on her tit again
Suck my dick she spit again

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

I sold cocaine down in Ellisville
hit the pipe, they can tell it's real
Kept my dope stashed this hoochie
Way down yonder in Bouche
Cops be sweatin town dog
my car with a hound dog
Separate me from my bitch and
to get my bitch to fuckin snitch and shit
Officer P. Coltrane
warrant checks on the Afroman
But I can't be no hip hop
Cuffed in the of some police car
Did you the gun? NO
Did you the dope? NO
Open up the back door ???Well son, free to go???
marijuana cargo
Flossed like a
In a low glow
Come on let's all get drunk
I hope I fight with a punk tonight
Get
As I swerve
Cadillac through

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

I got my dick some girl's throat
I can't it I'm a Crip baby
I think you need to wipe your lip
Hula Hula
The whole house
What's up with all the bitches in Pascagoula
towns, small cities
But still got big ole asses plus titties
Is it a bird? Is it a
It's the hungry hustler
Flyin through the air in my
Geri curl in my hair
I'm in control like Janet when I hit
Always gettin plenty panty
McClaine, even
Tell the whole world Mississippi's your
Yazoo, Columbia and
I got the brother, who got the matches?
Who got the funky DJ scratches?
on me like my name was patches
First it was a black thing, the big Willies
Now I roll
With all the
Never thought I'd see the Klu Klux Klan
Buying front row for the Afroman
Confederate tobacco in their mouth
It's a beautiful thing jumpin off in the
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 mash you potatoes
make your girlfriend holler and scream
Then cook me some cornbread and collard

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

1982, '83, '84
Erin, Broste, Carlos, and
to break dance in my B-Boy stance
Micheal Jackson glove, pants
Gary, Garnett Jones
G-dog 'cause, I believe we grown
But hey G-dog, you and see dog
happens '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
everyday like I'm supposed to
Bottle after dog in my lip-a
on the mic like the Mississippi river

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

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