Luyện nghe bài hát E.m.s.p.

A ha ha, right motherfuckers
I'm Back.
is the true story about mackin
it
Times are
Talk it
More so year,
But the Mornin'
Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the rock
And if ya me
Just that top
on...
Hey hey hey
Well well well
Hey hey hey
well well well

And I be them northern pike
on a ten pound test
Success, never fess, a guess
I be the early stoned pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the party big pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million talent
And the ten brain,
Been gone too long, too cocaine,
But now that I'm back, on the
I'm ready to
Left to right, all
My game's tight, I wish you
a bite
Out of this here toxic, melodic, product
Fresh from the
be the largest, hardest smartest label in town
Top Dog get

Radio won't play me, but still I got the around
the world goin' Kid crazy
witches be flyin' on broomsticks,
Kid Rock be with the boom boom boom biatch
I from the sticks
Straight the RO

"Kid Rock I no bitch"
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' ya don't know,
when I step into the party with my homeboy

"What's up?"
So get a look bro
Get a good
I'm in Detroit
but my name aint
Spreadin' like a cancer, a
While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray
I'm the highest MC of all
Got my on the D
And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn my eyes can't see
Hit me twice the Tussin and the morphine IV
I be
they call an O-G bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' Mornin' Stoned Pimp

Now throw hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't y'all

Just throw your up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop
Just throw your hands up high, let's y'all
Because the Kid Rock party stop y'all

Now I'm the self made mack on a on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the high clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Gran
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on D's bitch
The purple furs and the trim glasses
I only bust the fat
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better me
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, is for pimpin,
mornin' stoned pimpin
I down, been around,
the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities I rock

Ooh baby, baby, baby let me ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just ya
the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Im the Early Stoned Pi-imp

Hey hey hey
on yo.

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock
Just throw hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock
Just your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's y'all
Because the Kid party don't stop y'all

My is Tino, you know
let's get funky,
I'm like Lenny Bruce but I ain't no goddamn junkie
Cruisin' the Kid in my '71
To the of love
Gonna get us some,
We keep em on a ah
Midgets in the house smell my finger
Comin' for ya baby your so sure bumpin'
How do ya like me now in my new Turban
I'm a born hoodlum
Not George
One of days you kids will pay for my autograph
So groove baby, groove call your mama
I'm like Charlie Hooker
I got the drama
With the drama
With the boogie
the boogie drama

Ridin' the neighborhood
Me and Kid were up to no good
the boogie drama
With leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin' the radio ya look so
With the boogie
the boogie drama
Let's get funky, my job
9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out
Let's get
Come on
With the boogie
With the boogie
With the drama