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
Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar
And if ya me
drop that top
on...
Hey hey hey
Well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well

And I be catchin' northern pike
on a ten pound test
Success, fess, take a guess
I be the early stoned pimp,
limpin,
Boone's drinkin,
At the big booty pinchin'
Chillin, a villian, balloon fillin Whack 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 tight, I wish you might
Take a
Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic
from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in
Top Dog get

Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids
the world goin' Kid Rock
witches be flyin' on broomsticks,
Kid Rock be comin' the boom boom boom biatch
I from the biatch
from the RO

"Kid I ain'ts no bitch"
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya know,
when I step straight into the with my homeboy

"What's up?"
So get a look bro
Get a gander
I'm made in
but my aint Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a
While you're lookin' really gay fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest MC of all
Got my on the D
And the D on my mind And the line drawn when 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' Early Stoned Pimp

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

throw your hands up high, let's 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 don't stop y'all

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

Ooh baby, baby, baby let me ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch,
Im the Early Morning Stoned

Hey hey hey
on yo.

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

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

My name is Tino, you
let's get funky,
I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I no goddamn junkie
with the Kid in my '71
To the of love
Gonna get us some,
We keep em on a ah
Midgets in the house smell my finger
Comin' for ya baby cause so sure bumpin'
How do ya like me now in my new Turban
I'm a natural born
Not Raft
One of these days you kids pay for my autograph
So baby, groove baby call your mama
I'm Charlie Hooker baby
I got the drama
With the drama
the boogie drama
With the boogie

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