Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

Yeah, style on y'all ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella holla!)
(Young in the place to be, Big Boi in the place to be)
(Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to housin') (bitch)
(I brought the hood with me)
You got red in your Afro
(Young Hov' in the to be) (yeah)
(Outkast in the to be) (yeah)

Did you think that you would be the nigga on the block
Didn't have to break a steerin' column, didn't to cook a rock
A damn two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's
Just because my tone is darker yours, a little tanner
You took the time out, examine yourself Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or Borean-that's and Korean
We on the team if we breathin'
I jumped off the subject to see if you was
That we drop a little science off in verse
They put P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon' curse
But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any
Because I might just snap on a nigga
Might clap a cap at a sucker-ass
In the meantime, Daddy Fat sacks gon' out
He might just, pull out his
And let that thing whistle at your or your residence
to Clark Kent, you better be way harded
Than the park to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother
All my brothers from my momma but is just the same
no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a pair
A player the competition
Pressed like toughskins, on minus one
Negative one negative one is nothin'
Bustin' d-boy and player poems
The "Kast shit plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the crowd material while you bore 'em
Your life show consists of eveybody's but you're-uns
Do you own shit! In your show (bitin ass nigga)

Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to housing (bitch)
I brought (holla) the whole hood me (yeah, yeah)
Young Hov' in the to be
Big Boi in the to be (Young)
3000 (cash) shout out to public housing (bitch)
I brought (holla) the hood with me (yeah, yeah)

Penelope Ann couldn't snooze
With her Eye's Wide Shut, I ashed to hit her gut
If you brunette, Blonde, I might respond
Take you to Swan Lake, and
Antwan raps on, raps on, off clop on
I switch the flow so quick you fa-thom
I take a submarine two thousand below the sea
And try to one line or sentence
Rhyme repentance, the illest lyricist
And give him a clean of health
Wealth might make you good but you sound like shit
And your looking shitty to death

My nigga Big Boi said "Watch 'em as they gawk and gander"
You can follow or lead like Picard
You can The Whole World
Or be with the boulevard, over stand
This player's line
I foregoed the crime and I on rhyme
Focused on every word, and
Like a Cassius Clay in his prime
I was to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm
The of raw rhyme
Got signed, got serious the craft
Of raw and I got mine, Aquemini's
monster move minds
Did it so that it oughta be a crime
When you see I'm holla one-time, holla one-time
When you see I'm comin' holla (one-time)

Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public (bitch)
I (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)
Hov' in the place to be
Big Boi in the to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) out to public housing (bitch)
I (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)

Don't, you, like, to
In your hooptie on old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
To run yo' tennis
Don't, it, to you
Outkast we got that slump for y'all
Keep funk for y'all

When I'm in the I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
As a interlude, I got the Gucci
And I, fix it up like gin and juice I'm them interviews
Dudes want to know he copped
And you got that, and how could they buy that
the million dollar watch at, stop that!
Why that, why this, want to hijack the flyness
I'm on a whole plane
A different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin'
Understand I'm sayin'
Hov' and Outkast, what you think that?
Really don't matter what you niggas chatter though
get out of line then you trust
That the mac'll go are-are-are-are-rap, got you killed for alone
Back on the shit back on the
Another hit I'm not miss

Don't, you, like, to
In your hooptie on old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
To run yo' tennis
Don't, it, to you
That Outkast we got slump for y'all
Keep that for y'all