Luyện nghe bài hát Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

This is the true about Mackin

it, times are changin'
Talk it, more so each year
But the early mornin', pimp is here, yeah
So let it rain, and let the guitar

And if ya me yawn, just drop that top
on, girl, hey, hey, hey
Well, well, well, well, hey, hey, hey
Well well well, well, come on, girl, yeah

And I be catchin' them northern pike, on a ten pound test
Possess, fess, take a guess, I be the early mornin'
pimp, straight limpin', Boone's farm drinkin'
At the party big booty pinchin', chillin', like a villain, balloon

Whack MC killin', the fine hoe drillin' the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain, been gone too long, too much
But now that I'm back, on the block, I'm ready to
Left to right, all night, my game's tight, I wish you

a bite, out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest, who'll be the largest, hardest,
in town, top dog get down, uhh, radio won't play me
But still I got the kids the world goin' Kid Rock crazyin'

Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid be comin'
With the boom, boom, biatch, I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO, Kid Rock I s no bitch
Ahh, yes you are hoe, so frontin' like y'all don't know

When I step straight into the party with my Tino
What's up? so get a good bro, get a good gander
I'm in Detroit, but my name ain't Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus, while you're lookin' gay

Like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus, I'm the MC of all time
Got my mind on the D and the D on my
And the line gets drawn when my can't see
Hit me with the tussin' and the morphine IV

I be, what they an OG bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' early mornin' pimp
Say

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

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

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on
Got the money green, cut it with the high roll
A Lincoln Continental and a grand
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on D's biatch

The purple furs and the gold trim
I only the fat asses, and I don't be givin' a fuck
Who da can rap better than me, 'cause I'm a true
Fuckin' and I mack like a real G H I J K L M N O P

Is for pimpin', early stoned pimpin'
I been down, been
From the to the top
down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock

So ahh, ooh baby, baby, let me love ya
Or if you wanna get freak on, I'll just fuck ya
the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahh, biatch, shit
I'm the mornin' stoned pimp

Hey, hey, hey on yo
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 let's rock
Because a Detroit party stop y'all

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

I'm Joe C bitch, let me get them damn
I be a little small hoe but I ain't no goddamn midget
So stick it up your ass where the sun shine
I'm challenged, you're vertically blind

I'm foot nine, it's ten foot long
I'm gonna smack that ass after I this bong
I can flow on like all night
Till the break of dawn, the early morn

I'm a thorn in your side, can you feel me
pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshittin'
So groove baby, groove baby call momma
I'm like Charlie girl

I got the boogie
With the drama, what?
With the drama, yeah
With the boogie drama, ohh,

Ridin' the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no
With the drama, yeah
With your leather miniskirt and we got wine

the radio, ya look so fine
With the drama, yeah
Well, well, well ohh,
Let's get funky, my job

Punchin nine to five, seven times, times four, times twelve
Day in and day out
Well, with the drama
With the drama