Luyện nghe bài hát Steaks 'N Shrimp

Clap your hands to the
(To the beat)
Oh just clap your hands to the
(To the beat)
Come on, clap hands to the beat
(To the beat)
I say, clap your hands to the
(To the beat)

Uh huh 'n' you stop
Uh huh 'n' you stop
Uh huh 'n' you don't
Uh huh 'n' you don't

We in great lakes state
Eatin steaks 'n'
It's kinda to miss the crew
Because we all got
(Got limps)

We come with new kicks and Stetsons
The super saggy rags and the white connection
No flexin', huh, know what I
You can feel us cool, we need to be seen
(Seen)

It's all the green, not the drugs we be takin'
That shits free an LP in circulation
And we be wastin'
Got them all state, all county, all rhymes
(Rhymes)

It's all good times, the Lord
For fuckin' people and credit card fraud
We tearin' up your lawn, we got of Lincolns
Step into your crib and your whole house stinkin'

Don't blink and don't think soft
Hide money and your gold
And don't express your
Uhh
We get mad props, all shops
Puttin' on crews
They get confused and lose, what we do

stem from pioneers
Leavin' in awe
You get for lookin' queer
Can you hear me or am I to the wall?
(Wee)
That's top dog callin' out each and every one of

You get balls, you come and talk shit
But top dogs camp nothin' to fuck with
And say we didn't warn ya
I got this Detroit thang more love that California
Drunk DJ Cognac dips
Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the

I rip rhymes like a bullet in the breeze
And I float tracks like a shark in the sea
A wee bit shy, but I by me
(Wee)
And I'm a mean motherfucker I have to be

Thank young Gs' with sleeves and thieves on
Strategically placed in somebody feels bold
I told you ho's you can't fuck with
I make more papers then trees
(Trees)

{See we believe in forever is criteria
You fuckin' top dog
Your fuckin' family
(Family)}

No I ain't feelin' ya, got all I can do to hear
Any you see me you should stand clear
You see me in my
I'm in the clubs
Who you gonna bitch, what the fuck you thinkin'?

You can check me, but shit don't slide
You can get your life, took tryin' to take my
You with who, man that shit ain't big
I roll with dogs that'll your wig
And got gigs all money, Detroit to
Cellular receivers and beepers is what were
Your nothin' of importance, I don't you
Yeah the drinks on me, but the on you
(You)

I'm all about the everyday at all
See I'm not doin' very much, I'm just a ball
I'm in bed by
(Four)
I'm up by
(Noon)

I might sit around, I might write me a
I might go fishin' and again I not
I might get me a or pour me some Scotch
The on my wrist, that don't even exist
A lot of pissed from appointments that I've missed

I dissed everybody and their Mom for
everybody's barkin', but nobody ever bites
Your loud, sayin' nothin'
Get you Dad, get cousin
Go and get your boy 'cause as big as a house
Now your pussy ass clickin' and get the fuck out
(Fuck out)

I'm the estranged,
I got like states
I live in hotels with them hourly rates
I do big plates eight a day
The crew be large at the seafood bay

Got a way the world and now I'm lookin' to scramble
Ain't about to ass out on a no gamble
handle anythin', but I ain't down for broke
So before slides
Somebody's choked

I'm a no good freak, tweak like rashes
I lose a little love with that passes
Ain't a masochistic, statistic
Vocabulary, I'm a shy simplistic
And get this, people say I changed

I'm the same motherfucker with the old name
A little extra and extra cash, see
You could fuck me, but don't put it me
You wanna me and got no reason
I can lay up in the for four straight seasons
(Wee)

I ain't a punk, I to be
I for what is, not what used to be
Your all up in the past, ash
what I say
"I'm all about today and I'm gonna die way"