Luyện nghe bài hát Red Hot Riplets

Got shit 'coz I too much
Gimme, gimme, got 'coz I dare too much
Gimme, gimme, got shit 'coz I dare too
Gimme,

Uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm automatical, infatical, radical
I wanna all the misconceptions and shit ya believe in
I'm nothin' to the imagination
I won't on my emanicipation, proclamation
the radio stations

Facin' me, ain't that hard but it ain't that
Like I don't know when to hard and when to play easy
Believe me, George and Weezy couldn't up this fast
I'm lappin' everybody tell if I'm first or last

It hurt ya ass, but it might hurt yo ass
To come trippin', find got the perfect stash
The perfect gat, left in ya ass I would run
Laughin' at them who thought derrty was done

I'm a son of a G, I'm not a son of
I'm sure that my son and my sons gon' be rich
Daughters and my daughters in no particular
I leave 'em layin' up out the water wit straps to they ball up
'Coz I it

I need Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em mean man
You all and a bag of chips
And I just wanna if me and you can dip
all

I some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what man
You all and a bag of chips
And I wanna know if me and you can dip
all

Baby girl, you than Kool-Aid, the red flavor
"Ooh that's my favorite", yeah I know my game is
She gave me her card, she said I can her
I was gon' wait a couple of but I did her a favor

Call her now, invite myself the neighbors
Beatin' loud, swoopin' a caped crusader
Without the cape, the tights
Her baby was the type to have a truck like mine
No beach rims, no pipes

Of that, I love her apple bottom short set
She got upset, I said she couldn't up a cigarette
Small brat, ain't used to wit short stacks
If you ask me for summin', drop her off where the at

I'm on a mission, the keys in the ignition
Beat steady, beatin' Tweeter steady
seen my glisten, started to trip
Murph, she's all and a bag of chips

I some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot
'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of
And I just wanna if me and you can dip
all

I need some Kool-Aid,
Wit my red hot
Tell 'em ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all and a bag of chips
And I just wanna if me and you can dip
all

Look, I want some mushu whether I'm in or Cancun
No goin' out, I like to stay in my room, damn
She got a donkey-o, this be a damn zoo, ooh
Look at the yo, she must be a baboon!

don't feed me mama, I'm like an animal
Especially 12, can you handle my stamina?
You won't believe the things I say when you by
My cool but when it's on but it's hot when I talk high

Now I take you home but am I wrong
I'm a kid ma, you I don't wanna be Home Alone
Plus I felt summin' therre when we was dancin' on song
I like togetherness, can we all get

Can we all, get in my car and talk it in the morn'
And decisions when wake up and yawn
on, you can tell me if you like it or not
'Coz have my Kool-Aid and my riplets red hot

I some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot
'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all and a bag of chips
And I just know if me and you can dip
all

I some Kool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot
Tell 'em ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of
And I just know if me and you can dip
all

Yo, yo, them muthafuckas just too hot
like the pie in the window
Cross the gun line and get shot to find the indo
Eatin' red hot, riplets passin' out snippets
Seen you walkin' wit the triplets, I'm clubbin' lookin'

I need some Kool-Aid, I got to get it wit it
Put my spoon up in ya see if it fit up in it
And for a second, and told her I'll wreck it
Told her groupie connection, got in the room and told her get

Told the Lunatics, told her how I it
Lemme show you from the Show-Me, no talk fo sho it
And ya red hot butt and now ya say ya not
the rap Fred Flintstone, I makin' the Bed Rock

I give it to ya never failin' ya, handlin' I'm tellin' ya
You need me again I'ma be through in on my celluar
And I'ma store never on the red hot riplets and Kool-Aid
I need my nigga