Luyện nghe bài hát Clifton

Yeah, from the ranch
man
J. reno, Kool
Keith

I used to a booty butt banger with a hanger
Snap back back slaps, bypass them corny raps
Perhaps action, maxin' in the turb' relaxin'
Unique investigator, sportin' alligators

From to Virginia clubs when I step up in ya
Tell the from my toes to my shoulder blade
Extreme act up on front stage, 'em back up
You get that workout that head piece slapped up

Now turn yo' lip up, you that mic, you turn yo' lip down
I spin on like, blowin' mics, make you sit down
From here to North Carolina, 95 to South
Atlanta, Georgia, Florida flowin' down I'm water

Mexican, Indian, fly girls, the Puerto
Pum pum pump, the eight oh eight oh eight oh eight oh
Now start spectacular, expert, them will work
Bronx bomber watch' em Eddy tip that fine mama

Hydraulics expand, drums bang like gap band
I clap hand, his mic, give him five to my man
his work to talent shows, I do concerts
Light up shirts like fourth of July fireworks
Extraction attack, white backpacks on wack macks,

Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)
Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)

My name is Cadillac Santiago
At the bodega, I a fat sandwich major
You know my switches, impala drop, sparks
I mack bitches, white Asian Puerto Rican

Black Haitian with jungle fever, I ain't hatin'
A cup more coppertone, I'm cappin' on kinky ear
Bitches they stare, 'cause I'm wild diesel
Boy, hopin' that I recognize they girls in this

Bodda bodda bing bodda bing da bing bong, yo check it
I call up televas-quez, he's ass
And when he finish, call up and bring the cash
I'm out to desecrate, move western state

I got your sister lickin' ass, hairy balls
My occupation downfall and bringin' niggaz bad
My name is Santiago salesman at the mall
I'm [Unverified], a hundred niggaz deep up in the movies

Like Greg I'm groovy, yo, Bobby, sit and watch the
And kick that hoe out that one tooth, lookin' goofy
She's on my tab, better popcorn to pay her half
They know I'm wild, I don't mess with chicken heads
and Fred, Wilma, Betty, Bam-Bam, Pebbles

Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)
Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)

through the back of the do'
You didn't see me in the midst my pistol, ev dog
heads is my job, I will clobber you
Walkin' backwards, chosin' turn around

on, opposite hands
Can you me?
I blu blocker shades so you can't see what I see
Holdin' a mirror up, so I don't run nobody

But I don't care, 'cause I karate
Vulcan pinch and yoga too
Don't you know I'm stretch Armstrong in the
With a mocha tan and a mind?

chairhead Chippendale, yeah
Comedy? Yes, no? not
But if I got a lip zip
jeans on, walkin' through a crowded room

Avoid all contact with me, click
People scatter stop that chatter they to screamin'
Am I dreamin', drunk or zooted out?
I need call 9-1-1 pronto

My modus is complete
One down, many to go, to show
The is ain't no fuckin' circus sideshow
Ringling and Barnum and we are not
Wild kingdom of northern cal

Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)
Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)

Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)
Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)