Luyện nghe bài hát My Hippy

Now I'm goin to sleep again,
let's turn this to a ending evening.
"Pants his ass how did he get in?"
karma, I'm on the receiving end.
Never up like Mr. Pan,
old school like the shows on TV Land.
I'm warmin up but I need a fan.
You aint down with Rasta? My gosh, hasta la man.
Cuz I aint this "grade A" out for nobody,
you can do what you do don;t do nothin to my party.
I'm a regular in favor, also a savior
I got my own flavor, I do it nothin like your neighbor.
But I'm you knew that,
it's impossible to keep a if you rap.
Better not do that, me every detail and make it juicy.
Gotta tell the about the movie, how you livin thoughtfully,
how you it so groovy, let em let em know.
IF YOU SEE ME IN YOUR SAY "WHAT'S UP MY HIPPY"
I SMOKE. "KILLY".
ALL WE DO IS AROUND PULL UP TO A DIFFERENT TOWN
WINTER, SUMMER, STORMIN, WE STILL GOT THE DOWN
AS A MUTHA FUCKA.
All we do is around, pull up to a different town.
People "Hallelujah!", yeah they lovin the different sound.
The Great Depression will soon be ending,
I leave my impression on adolescence,
I'm just type like the text that you sending.
i said i it, i don't need no edit.
I get it, I get it. Reinvent it, I need any credit.
Remember it.
What was I
Somethin my crew?
Cool.
(don't act like you see us now.)
(we're back!)
(it's lookin like Woodstock my hippy.)
IF YOU SEE ME IN CITY SAY "WHAT'S UP MY HIPPY"
I SMOKE. "KILLY".