Luyện nghe bài hát Sideline

Yeah what's up what's up
It's keith
You ever go to some house
And they act like livin lavish
Two-thousand extreme space chandeliers (space chandeliers)
I mean
I just everything all over the carpet (yeah)
With updated nineteen seventy-five playing
I pulling all your (all programs)
That's all you materialistic robots (robots)

Verse
Yo I seen ya girl night
Flat butt is wack, hips
head weave with the ashy lips
Wig in the back
With pay-less shoes on her
jeans
With spots in the washing machine
Roommates with no place, crying, pissy pampers
Roaches and funky panties hanging out the hamper
big head boys, but one's got to go to school
Her youngest daughter hair braided, like a fool
Empty
Family chew up now an
No tv, just me and the mc
No gas, work
The house smell make my hurt
on the carpet,
Station wagon at the
With stamps on
With beads around girl's neck
I crack a ounce
Watch the ants, mouses

yeah

(x4)

I bring the straight from the sideline
The two-thousand

Verse
Daisy dukes with marks
Her back in a bun
pork and beans
Some stale in the sun
ain't listenin
Little got a hard head
are crawlin
Cables all like pee in the bed
Old clothes clean
The bathroom is all toes
Athlete's
No mats with water off the street
the fungus
The room is humongus
School on the floor
Baby atomic, raviolis
With an old of guacamole, cap'n crunch
No milk, it with some fruit punch
Dishwashing
of grease
I ain't to get whipped
combs, I think
Hair is all over the
Tampons in the can
The is hot
no fan
Air condition is
With blunt smoke is in the
Fix all your snot rags
Pouring
No toilet
Baby wipe, your mom a missile
Acting fly I scoped a
With my eye
up I'm serious
The meatloaf ain't got me
Dry wings on the couch
The cat ate
You think you
Tryin to dress up like givens

Yeah yeah yeah

(x4)

Verse
No bills are
Just cabinets full with kool-aid
Wonder bread I back
Just missed ya head
Sardines old shrimp
fish is ludicrous
Idaho
A bag of spoilt tomatoes
borrow, send the kids over need sugar
Little tonika's at the door her face full of
Colt forty-five on the
A six pack of
barbecues
Honeys around like gorillas
Stretch in action
Stomach bumps like mumps
chicken on the stove
With the lickin
watching black and white tube tonight
No intentions
Plastic bag extensions
I a record from rick
the fifth dimensions

Yeah yeah yeah

(x4)