Luyện nghe bài hát E.m.s.p.

A ha ha, that's motherfuckers
I'm Back.
This is the true story about
it
Times are
about it
More so year,
But the Early
Stoned is here.
So let it rain, and let the rock
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
Like on a ten pound
Success, never fess, take a
I be the mornin' stoned pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the big booty pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho
With the million dollar
And the ten brain,
Been too long, too much cocaine,
But now I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to
to right, all night
My game's tight, I wish you
a bite
Out of this toxic, melodic, neurotic product
from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in
Top Dog get

Radio won't play me, but I got the kids around
the world Kid Rock crazy
Wicked be flyin' on broomsticks,
Kid be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch
I the sticks biatch
from the RO

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

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

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

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

Now I'm the self made on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the roll clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Gran
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's
The purple furs and the gold trim
I bust the fat asses
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 stoned pimpin
I been down, around,
From the to the top
Partyin' down with the in the cities that I rock

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

Hey hey hey
on yo.

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

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

My name is Tino, you
Baby 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
in the house wanna smell my finger
Comin' for ya cause your so sure bumpin'
How do ya me now in my brand new Turban
I'm a natural hoodlum
Not George
One of days you kids will pay for my autograph
So groove baby, groove baby call your
I'm like Hooker baby
I got the boogie
With the drama
the boogie drama
With the drama

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