Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

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

Did you ever think that you be the nigga on the block
Didn't have to break a steerin' column, didn't have to a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that they call ya
judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my is darker than yours, a little tanner
You never the time out, examine yourself Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or black and Korean
We on the same team if we
I jumped off the to see if you was seein'
That we drop a little science off in every
They put that P.A. sticker on it cause scared we gon' curse
But the knowledge is the power, the get devoured
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any
I might just snap on a Fuck-ass 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 bench to start
Marcus, Jason, my little James
All my brothers my momma but Andre 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'
d-boy raps and player poems
The "Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the
And rock the crowd material while you bore 'em
life show consists of eveybody's shit but you're-uns
Do you own shit! In your life (bitin ass nigga)

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

Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't
With her Wide Shut, before I ashed to hit her gut
If you brunette, Legally Blonde, I might
you to Swan Lake, and beyond
Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off on
I switch the so quick you cannot fa-thom
I take a submarine two thousand leagues the sea
And try to grab one or sentence
Rhyme repentance, the illest lyricist
And give him a clean of health
Wealth might make you look good but you sound shit
And your team shitty to death

My Big Boi said "Watch 'em as they gawk and they gander"
You can follow or lead like Picard
You can have The World
Or be with the boulevard, over stand
young player's line
I foregoed the and I focused on rhyme
Focused on every word, and
Like a young Clay in his prime
I was born to shit and prove mine, and I'm
The of raw rhyme
Got signed, got about the craft
Of raw rhyme and I got mine,
Murderous monster 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' one-time (one-time)

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

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

I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
As a interlude, I got the flip-flops
And I, fix it up gin and juice when I'm them interviews
Dudes want to know he copped
And where you got that, and how 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 whole different lane, a whole 'nother that I'm playin'
Understand I'm sayin'
Hov' and Outkast, what you think that?
Really don't matter what you niggas chatter though
Anybody get out of then you trust
That the mac'll go are-are-are-are-rap, got you for that alone
Back on the shit on the strip
Another hit I'm not goin'

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