Luyện nghe bài hát Maxin in the Shade

Hey girl, you frontin on that
That cellular ain't workin
What's Pre-paid, from J&J
And your voice mail is off, cause I you

So extravagant, think you all that
There's corn flakes in the kitchen
and turkey sandwich on top of the
That's right girl, roll your eyes at me like a alligator
Put your shades on, walk with your thong in your butt
Runnin fingers through your cheap raise(?)
Look at your girlfriend her hair weave fallin out
On my phone, up my bill
to broke-ass drug dealer friends
to Western Union you three dollars Cancun
You're now in the red with your real hair stickin under your wig
showin behind your head, with real, pimples on face
You can't disrespect me in my them cigarettes smell
Lookin for NBA players to take you to eat and you even have gas
Actin pretty you to pull over in Taco Bell
I seen your kind before with mice
seeds in your living room floor
I know type.. I know your type

Maxin in the shade - I your type
Maxin in the shade - I know your
in the shade - I know your type

You can't even cook a hot dog or a glass of milk
You'd rather walk with plastic coats over your head
in the rain lookin for a coach bag and belt
You need to see how feel
Stop lookin around like you 'Superfly' and Ron
I'ma let you know how and a quarter pound is real
Now go get your autograph and take a picture with the
Let him know how you got your done
And movin like you're pregnant this month
with your +Belly+ out like movie and soundtrack

You dress up diamonds just to eat
Don't even finish your plate
When the come, you try to act like you can't see the receipt
up the block with Vivica Fox type girlfriends
Jockin a man, in a mansion
with a seventy-five Rolls Royce, that look like Alfred
Maybe he can afford your liposuction stretch and tax deduction
The second is still introduction
So you like a sad puppy
at me through the fish tanks like a guppy
(Why you have to look at me so stupid that?)

Maxin in the - I know your type
in the shade - I know your type
Maxin in the - I know your type

First of all I bought the food you didn't even say you
Now put on your and chew your ribs
You got grease on your hand and favorite skirt
call your mom after you get off work so your head hurt
You invited to the concert that's V.I.P. backstage
Who's this? What you here?
I'm ashamed of you, I'm straight
I hate you, I'm not gonna you
I'ma you to White Castle asshole
I wear platinum, I wear gold
My ability is laughin at you like comedy
You need to sit down, pull out a Swanson TV
Peanut butter and jelly'll fill up your
Bread in the cabinet grabbin it
Kool-Aid and lemonade get comfortable the shade
and let the barbershop, your bob wig a tight fade

in the shade - I know your type
Maxin in the shade - I know your
Maxin in the - I know your type
Maxin in the

You slept the wrong man
All seven of your big-head kids are ugly