Luyện nghe bài hát Sideline

Yeah what's up up money
It's kool
You ever go to some girl's
And they act like they livin
Two-thousand with space chandeliers (space chandeliers)
I rugs
I just everything all over the carpet (yeah)
With nineteen seventy-five music playing
I pulling all programs (all programs)
That's all you materialistic robots (robots)

Verse
Yo I seen ya girl last
butt is wack, skinny hips
Bald head with the ashy lips
Wig in the back
With pay-less on her feet
jeans
With mildew spots in the machine
Roommates no place, babies crying, pissy pampers
and flies funky panties hanging out the hamper
Three big head boys, but one's got to go to
Her youngest daughter hair braided, like a fool
Empty
Family up now an laters
No tv, just me and the mc
No gas, work
The house smell make my hurt
on the carpet,
Station at the supermarket
With on deck
With beads around girl's neck
I crack a ounce
Watch the ants, mouses

yeah

(x4)

I bring the ruckus straight the sideline
The two-thousand

two:
Daisy dukes stretch marks
Her back in a bun
Cookin pork and
Some franks in the sun
ain't listenin
Little danny's got a head
are crawlin
Cables all smell pee in the bed
Old clothes clean
The scent is all toes
feet
No door mats with off the street
Spraying the
The living is humongus
School lunch on the
vomit atomic, raviolis
With an old bowl of guacamole, cap'n
No milk, chase it some fruit punch
liquid
Cups of
I ain't tryin to get
Straightening combs, I
Hair is all the sink
in the garbage can
The is hot
no fan
Air is doomed
With blunt smoke is in the
Fix all your nose snot
Pouring
No toilet
wipe, your mom left a missile
Acting fly I scoped a
With my eye
Dead up I'm
The meatloaf got me curious
Dry turkey wings on the
The cat ate
You you livin
Tryin to dress up like robin

Yeah yeah yeah

(x4)

Verse
No are paid
Just cabinets packed with kool-aid
Wonder I throw back
Just over ya head
Sardines with old
Tuna fish is
potatoes
A bag full of spoilt
Neighbors borrow, the kids over need sugar
tonika's at the door her face full of boogers
Colt on the table
A six of miller
Fake
walk around like gorillas
Stretch marks in
bumps look like mumps
Popeye's on the stove
With the puppy
Everybody watching black and white tube
No color
bag hair extensions
I grab a record from
the fifth dimensions

Yeah yeah yeah

(x4)