Luyện nghe bài hát Flip Flop Rock

Yeah, style on y'all ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, collaboration holla!)
(Young in the place to be, Big Boi in the place to be)
(Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to housin') (bitch)
(I brought the whole hood me)
You got red dirt in your
(Young Hov' in the to be) (yeah)
(Outkast in the to be) (yeah)

Did you ever think that you would be the on the block
have to break a steerin' column, didn't have to cook a rock
A goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by covers
Just my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner
You never took the time out, yourself Boi
Are you black, white,
Indonesian, or Borean-that's and Korean
We on the same team if we
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 is the power, the cowards get devoured
Any hour, any cipher, any way to any
I might just snap on a Fuck-ass nigga
Might a cap at a sucker-ass nigga
In the meantime, Daddy Fat sacks chill out
He just, pull out his pistol
And let thing whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way
the park bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother
All my brothers my momma but Andre 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
one minus negative one is nothin'
Bustin' d-boy and player poems
The "Kast shit plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
And rock the crowd original material while you 'em
Your show consists of eveybody's shit but you're-uns
Do you own shit! In your life (bitin ass nigga)

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

Ann Cruz couldn't snooze
With her Eye's Shut, before I ashed to hit her gut
If you brunette, Blonde, I might respond
Take you to Swan Lake, and
Antwan raps on, raps on, off clop on
I switch the flow so quick you fa-thom
I take a submarine two leagues below the sea
And try to grab one line or
Rhyme repentance, find the illest
And give him a clean bill of
Wealth might make you look but you sound like shit
And your team shitty to death

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

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

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

When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis
As a interlude, I got the Gucci
And I, fix it up gin and juice when I'm them interviews
Dudes want to know he copped
And where you got that, and how could they buy
Where the million dollar watch at, that!
Why that, why this, want to hijack the flyness
I'm on a 'nother plane
A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm
Understand what I'm
and Outkast, what you think about that?
Really don't matter though what you 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
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
Outkast we got that slump for y'all
Keep that for y'all