Luyện nghe bài hát Sideline

Yeah what's up up money
kool keith
You ever go to some house
And act like they livin lavish
Two-thousand extreme space chandeliers (space chandeliers)
I rugs
I mean just everything all 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 last
butt is wack, skinny hips
Bald head with the ashy lips
Wig in the seat
pay-less shoes on her feet
Dirty
With spots in the washing machine
Roommates with no place, crying, pissy pampers
and flies funky panties hanging out the hamper
Three big head boys, but one's got to go to
Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin a fool
Empty
Family chew up now an
No tv, just me and the mc
No gas, work
The smell make my head hurt
on the carpet,
Station wagon at the
With stamps on
With beads around this girl's
I crack a forty
Watch the ants, bounces

Yeah

(x4)

I bring the ruckus from the sideline
The year

two:
Daisy dukes with marks
Her hair in a bun
pork and beans
Some stale in the sun
Kids ain't
danny's got a hard head
Bugs are
Cables all smell pee in the bed
Old clothes clean
The bathroom is all toes
Athlete's
No door with water off the street
Spraying the
The room is humongus
lunch on the floor
Baby atomic, raviolis
With an old bowl of guacamole, cap'n
No milk, chase it with fruit punch
liquid
Cups of
I tryin to get whipped
combs, I think
Hair is all the sink
in the garbage can
The is hot
no fan
Air is doomed
With smoke is in the room
Fix all your snot rags
cheerios
No tissue
wipe, your mom left a missile
Acting fly I a monkey
With my eye
up I'm serious
The meatloaf ain't got me
Dry turkey on the couch
The cat ate
You think you
Tryin to up like robin givens

yeah yeah yeah

(x4)

Verse
No are paid
cabinets packed full with kool-aid
Wonder bread I throw
Just over ya head
Sardines old shrimp
fish is ludicrous
Idaho
A bag full of tomatoes
borrow, send the kids over need sugar
Little tonika's at the door her face of boogers
forty-five on the table
A six pack of
Fake
Honeys walk around like
marks in action
Stomach bumps look like
Popeye's on the stove
With the lickin
Everybody watching black and white tonight
No color
Plastic bag hair
I grab a record rick
Play the dimensions

yeah yeah yeah

(x4)