Luyện nghe bài hát Happy Birthday Hip-Hop

[feat.
Twin states Alabama, Mississippi
Big Yelawolf
Happy, happy birthday, birthday...
[Verse 1:
I to do backspins, no Adidas suit
In my grandmama's house, to Coup
Straight out the country like a of boots
With [?] no apparel to
I was hip-hop I ought to be hip
Some dirty British Knights, tied up, 6
Don't me the spoon to cut my pie with
I did it, hand scooped the under my eyelids
I was bumpin' that [?] and that UGK, and group home
And Skinny Pimp from Tennessee, and I knew the
Mystikal, muthafucka: put your on
That's mustard: no Grey
Geto Boys or treat: let's go home
Deep D's: drop two tones
And I know Alabama your birthplace
But I just come to celebrate: birthday


Yelawolf and Big KRIT on some new
We got that firewater, so keep candles lit
birthday hip hop!
Mississippi/Alabama and it don't
The slamming and the rims chop
Twin states the bottom, now we on top
So birthday, hip hop
We worldwide and it stop
2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I'm hollerin' breathe shawty
Just look I done bought ya
The very best that I possess from that country water
Like preaching the altar, I break bread with you hip-hop
Just show me the sauce, a piece of mind is what it cost ya
The of the better, return of forever
Pete Rock in the lab: no telling what we'll chef up
You find a will to flow once the bottom settle
I was digging in the crates, bring a 40 and your shovel
Old school Chevy, sprayed it Ole Miss
My definition for [?] and it heavy metal
808 in, haters [?] facing
you was Kid N Playin', I was UGKing
"Say it ain't so, KRIT", bitch, I'm saying
Don't me like no sucka
These Alpines leave you
Country [?] hella gumpshin, tell niggas take that
birthday hip-hop, now show me where the cake at

3:]
Bonita fried, apple pie put me on
(Put 'em up) waffle house, rock song
You see I had to dig to the hieroglyphics
My mama didn't know about [?] of Mischief
See the Bible gave me the holy spirit
But it didn't give me rap, cause I wasn't to hear it
So I had to walk under them flags
With my inside out, with Adidas on the tag
Who thunk it, I think we onto something
Like a speaker on my chest, no holding back they me coming
If you check my gun function, I've been 'bout it it
The within my jeans and they so outta pocket
Back when was popping, Them 4s and vogues was chopping
The [?] and pendulums and boppers kept bopping
Reminiscing on the golden
3000 rhymed noise so organized