Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

Yeah, ATLiens style on ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella holla!)
(Young in the place to be, Big Boi in the place to be)
(Andre 3000 (cash) out to public housin') (bitch)
(I brought the hood 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 would be the nigga on the
Didn't have to break a column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn two-shoes, that what they call ya
judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is darker yours, a little tanner
You never took the time out, examine Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or Borean-that's black and
We on the same if we breathin'
I jumped off the subject to see if you was
That we drop a little science off in every
They put that P.A. on it cause they scared we gon' curse
But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any
Because I just snap on a Fuck-ass nigga
Might clap a cap at a nigga
In the meantime, Fat sacks gon' chill out
He might just, pull out his
And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your
to Clark Kent, you better be way harded
Than the park bench to this
Marcus, Jason, my brother James
All my brothers from my momma but is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a
A player stiffen the
Pressed like Levi's toughskins, on one
Negative one negative one is nothin'
Bustin' d-boy raps and poems
The "Kast shit ain't plastic, we it and move the crowd
And the crowd original 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 in the place to be
Big Boi in the to be (Young)
Andre 3000 (cash) out to public housing (bitch)
I brought (holla) the whole hood me (yeah, yeah)
Young Hov' in the to be
Big Boi in the to be (Young)
3000 (cash) shout out to public housing (bitch)
I (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)

Ann Cruz couldn't snooze
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 on, raps on, clap off clop on
I switch the so quick you cannot fa-thom
I take a two thousand leagues below the sea
And try to grab one or sentence
repentance, find the illest lyricist
And give him a clean bill of
Wealth might make you look good but you like shit
And your team looking shitty to

My Big Boi said "Watch 'em as they gawk and they gander"
You can follow or lead like Commander
You can have The World
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, over
young player's line
I foregoed the crime and I focused on
Focused on every word, and
Like a young Cassius Clay in his
I was born to talk shit and mine, and I'm
The of raw rhyme
Got signed, got serious about the
Of raw rhyme and I got mine,
monster move minds
Did it so hard it oughta be a crime
When you see I'm comin' holla one-time, holla
When you see I'm comin' holla (one-time)

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

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

When I'm in the mood I the S Dot tennis shoes
As a interlude, I got the flip-flops
And I, fix it up like gin and when I'm them interviews
Dudes to know what he copped
And where you got that, and how they buy that
Where the million watch at, stop that!
Why that, why this, niggas want to the flyness
I'm on a 'nother plane
A whole different lane, a whole game that I'm playin'
what I'm sayin'
Hov' and Outkast, what you about that?
Really don't matter though what you niggas chatter
Anybody get out of line then you
That the mac'll go are-are-are-are-rap, got you for that alone
Back on the shit back on the
hit I'm not goin' miss

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