Luyện nghe bài hát Steaks 'N Shrimp

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

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

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

We come equipped with new and Stetsons
The super saggy and the white trash connection
No flexin', huh, know I mean?
You can us cool, we don't need to be seen
(Seen)

all about the green, not the drugs we be takin'
That shits with an LP in circulation
And we be time
Got them all state, all county, all rhymes
(Rhymes)

all good times, thank the Lord
For dumb fuckin' and credit card fraud
We up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns
Step into your crib and have your whole stinkin'

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

Styles from pioneers
Leavin' in awe
You get for lookin' queer
Can you hear me or am I talkin' to the
(Wee)
top dog callin' out each and every one of y'all

You get balls, you come and that shit
But top camp ain't nothin' to fuck with
And don't say we warn ya
I got this Detroit thang with more that California
DJ smokin' Cognac dips
Call me the sidekick, boy, kid with the limp

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

young Gs' with sleeves and thieves on hold
Strategically placed in case somebody feels
I told you you can't fuck with these
I make more papers then trees
(Trees)

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

No I ain't feelin' ya, got all that I can do to
Any time you see me you should clear
You see me in my
I'm in the drinkin'
Who you gonna check bitch, what the you thinkin'?

You can me, but that shit don't slide
You can get your life, took tryin' to my pride
You ride 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 were sportin'
nothin' of importance, I don't sweat you
Yeah the on me, but the jokes on you
(You)

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

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

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

I'm the estranged,
I got domains like
I live in plush hotels them hourly rates
I do big plates times a day
The be livin' large at the seafood bay

Got a way with the world and now I'm to scramble
Ain't about to ass out on a no good
Could anythin', but I ain't down for broke
So before somebody
Somebody's getting

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

I'm the same with the same old name
A extra game and extra cash, see
You could fuck me, but put it past me
You bash me and got no reason
I can lay up in the Caymans for straight seasons
(Wee)

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