Luyện nghe bài hát Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

This is the true about Mackin

it, times are changin'
Talk about it, so each year
But the mornin', stoned pimp is here, yeah
So let it rain, and let the rock

And if ya hear me yawn, 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 them northern pike, like on a ten pound test
Possess, never fess, a guess, I be the early mornin'
Stoned pimp, limpin', Boone's farm drinkin'
At the party big pinchin', chillin', like a villain, balloon fillin'

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

Take a bite, out of this toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest, be the largest, hardest, smartest
Label in town, top dog get down, uhh, radio play me
But still I got the kids around the goin' Kid Rock crazyin'

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

When I step into the party with my homeboy Tino
What's up? so get a good look bro, get a good
I'm made in Detroit, but my name Stanzler
Spreadin' a cancer, a virus, while you're lookin' really gay

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

I be, what call an OG bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' early mornin' stoned
Say

One for you
Now throw your in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw hands up high, hip hop y'all
throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because a Detroit party stop y'all

throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just your hands up high, let's rock y'all
a Kid Rock party 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 gloss
A Lincoln Continental and a Marquis
Rag top, drop down, on chrome D's biatch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ridin' around the
Me and Kid were up to no good
the boogie drama, yeah
With your leather miniskirt and we got some

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

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