Luyện nghe bài hát E.m.s.p.

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

And I be catchin' them northern
on a ten pound test
Success, never fess, take a
I be the early mornin' pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the party big booty
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million talent
And the ten brain,
Been too long, too much cocaine,
But now that I'm back, on the
I'm ready to
Left to right, all
My game's tight, I wish you
Take a
Out of here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest in town
Top Dog get

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

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

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

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

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

Now I'm the made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money cut it with the high roll clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Gran
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's
The furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat
And I don't be givin a who da hell can rap better than me
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,
Early mornin' pimpin
I been down, around,
the bottom to the top
Partyin' down the slimmies in the cities that I rock

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

Hey hey hey
on yo.

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

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

My is Tino, you know
let's get funky,
I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no 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 wanna smell my
Comin' for ya baby cause so sure bumpin'
How do ya like me now in my brand new
I'm a natural born
Not Raft
One of these days you kids will pay for my
So groove baby, groove call your mama
I'm like Charlie baby
I got the boogie
the boogie drama
With the boogie
the boogie drama

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