Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

Yeah, ATLiens style on ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella holla!)
(Young Hov' in the to be, Big Boi in the place to be)
(Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to housin') (bitch)
(I the whole hood with me)
You got red dirt in Afro
(Young in the place to be) (yeah)
(Outkast in the to be) (yeah)

Did you think that you would be the nigga on the block
Didn't to break a steerin' 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 than yours, a little
You took the time out, examine yourself Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or Borean-that's and Korean
We on the same if we breathin'
I jumped off the to see if you was seein'
That we drop a little off in every verse
They put that P.A. sticker on it cause scared we gon' curse
But the knowledge is the power, the get devoured
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any
Because I might just snap on a nigga
Might clap a cap at a sucker-ass
In the meantime, Daddy Fat sacks chill out
He might just, pull out his
And let that thing whistle at windshield or your residence
to Clark Kent, you better be way harded
Than the bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little James
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the
Ain't no uno, we a duo; dos to a pair
A stiffen the competition
like Levi's toughskins, on minus one
Negative one minus one is nothin'
Bustin' d-boy raps and poems
The "Kast ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the crowd original while you bore 'em
Your life consists of eveybody's shit but you're-uns
Do you own shit! In your show (bitin ass nigga)

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

Penelope Ann Cruz snooze
With her Eye's Wide Shut, I ashed to hit her gut
If you brunette, Blonde, I might respond
you to Swan Lake, and beyond
Antwan raps on, raps on, off clop on
I switch the flow so quick you fa-thom
I a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea
And try to one line or sentence
Rhyme repentance, find the lyricist
And give him a clean of health
Wealth might make you look good but you sound shit
And your team shitty to death

My nigga Big Boi said "Watch 'em as they and they gander"
You can or lead like Commander Picard
You can have The World
Or be satisfied with the boulevard, stand
This player's line
I the crime and I focused on rhyme
on every word, and line
Like a Cassius Clay in his prime
I was born to talk and prove mine, and I'm
The epitome of raw
Got signed, got serious the craft
Of raw and I got mine, Aquemini's
Murderous monster move
Did it so hard that it oughta be a
When you see I'm comin' holla one-time, holla
When you see I'm comin' one-time (one-time)

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 with me (yeah, yeah)
Young in the place 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)

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

When I'm in the mood I the S Dot tennis shoes
As a interlude, I got the Gucci
And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm interviews
Dudes want to know he copped
And where you got that, and how could they buy
the million dollar watch at, stop that!
Why that, why this, want to hijack the flyness
I'm on a 'nother plane
A whole different lane, a 'nother game that I'm playin'
Understand what I'm
Hov' and Outkast, you think about that?
Really matter though what you niggas chatter though
Anybody get out of then you trust
the mac'll go are-are-are-are-rap, got you killed for that alone
Back on the shit on the strip
Another hit I'm not goin'

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