Luyện nghe bài hát Sideline

Yeah what's up what's up
It's keith
You ever go to some house
And they act like they lavish
Two-thousand extreme with chandeliers (space chandeliers)
I mean
I mean everything all over the carpet (yeah)
With updated nineteen seventy-five music
I pulling all your (all programs)
That's all you materialistic robots (robots)

Verse
Yo I seen ya last night
Flat butt is wack, skinny
head weave with the ashy lips
Wig in the back
With pay-less on her feet
jeans
With spots in the washing machine
Roommates with no place, babies crying, pissy
Roaches and funky panties hanging out the hamper
Three big head boys, but got to go to school
Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin a fool
refrigerator
Family chew up now an
No tv, me there and the mc
No gas, electric
The house smell make my hurt
on the carpet,
Station at the supermarket
With stamps on
With beads around this neck
I crack a forty
the ants, mouses bounces

Yeah

(x4)

I bring the ruckus from the sideline
The two-thousand

two:
Daisy with stretch marks
Her back in a bun
Cookin pork and
stale franks in the sun
Kids ain't
Little danny's got a head
Bugs are
Cables all smell pee in the bed
Old clothes clean
The bathroom scent is all
Athlete's
No door mats with water off the
the fungus
The living room is
lunch on the floor
Baby vomit atomic,
With an old bowl of guacamole, cap'n
No milk, it with some fruit punch
liquid
Cups of
I ain't tryin to get
Straightening combs, I
is all over the sink
Tampons in the can
The is hot
no fan
Air condition is
With smoke is in the room
Fix all your nose snot
cheerios
No toilet
Baby wipe, your mom left a
Acting fly I a monkey
my human eye
Dead up I'm
The meatloaf ain't got me
Dry turkey wings on the
The cat ate
You think you
Tryin to dress up robin givens

Yeah yeah yeah

(x4)

Verse
No bills are
Just cabinets packed with kool-aid
Wonder bread I back
Just missed ya head
with old shrimp
Tuna is ludicrous
potatoes
A bag full of spoilt
Neighbors borrow, send the over need sugar
Little at the door her face full of boogers
Colt on the table
A six pack of
Fake
Honeys walk around like
marks in action
Stomach look like mumps
chicken on the stove
With the puppy
Everybody watching and white tube tonight
No intentions
Plastic bag extensions
I grab a record from
Play the fifth

Yeah yeah yeah

(x4)