Luyện nghe bài hát E.m.s.p.

A ha ha, that's motherfuckers
I'm Back.
This is the true about mackin
it
Times are
Talk it
so each year,
But the Mornin'
Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar
And if ya me
drop 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, fess, take a guess
I be the mornin' stoned pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the big booty pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million talent
And the ten brain,
gone too long, too much cocaine,
But now I'm back, on the block
I'm to rock
to right, all night
My game's tight, I wish you
Take a
Out of this toxic, melodic, neurotic product
from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, 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 comin' the boom boom boom biatch
I the sticks biatch
from the RO

"Kid Rock I no bitch"
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya know,
I step straight into the party with my homeboy

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

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop
Just throw your hands in the air and let's y'all
Because the Detroit party stop y'all

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

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on
Got the money cut it with the high roll clause
A Continental and a Gran Marquis
Rag top, down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch
The purple furs and the gold glasses
I bust the fat asses
And I be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me
Cause I'm a fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,
Early mornin' stoned
I been down, around,
From the to the top
down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock

Ooh baby, baby, let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll fuck ya
the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Im the Early Morning Stoned

Hey hey hey
on yo.

Now throw your hands in the air and rock y'all
Just your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock
Because the Detroit party stop y'all

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

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

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