Luyện nghe bài hát Considerate Brotha

Disturbin' tha peace, the Beat
Ludacris, from the A T L
We take it to N C, to V A
To L.A., to N.Y.and in between
Uh, we gon' do it like this, Magoo, check it out

Mag meetcha at a quarter to seven
Buy rubbers six-fifty then we fuckin' this
My bastard ass the kid let him hit it
He nut up in ya mouth and she bet' not spit it

Look bein' a is all about your game
I hoes for makin' me cum then make her buy me some rum
I got the ho-infested, you seen 'em
Invested in prostitution it into an institution

be far be it from me to advertise my enterprise
All I'm man my street shit is organized
I got it from city to city, state to state
Don't look at the house, I own the whole

But wait, baby, baby, baby, shake too
Baby baby, too
Baby, baby, baby, baby, too, make too

I don't love 'em, no, I need 'em, no
I might hug 'em, yea, I might 'em, yea
You can call me a brotha, say what?
A brotha, that's what I am

I will touch 'em, what, but won't beat 'em,
I will wit 'em, I never mistreat 'em
You can me a considerate brotha, say what?
A brotha

Woah, up Saturday about to press my suit
Wakin' up about to fix me some orange juice
I got my chicks up, which one 'em I'm gonna choose
I got my guns lined up, one 'em I'm gonna use

I got my, Louis Vuitton on, pumpin', that
Chicks can't drive straight without them blown they horn
I'm just a illmatic, all dramatic
a automatic, keep up on all tactics

I'm that pimp nigga from Va. Beach
Rrrrob each, uh, let me not my speech
I got that in me, no juice, no vodka
But the up Remi, kicks 'bout to get loose

'Cause I got it in me, 'bout to take one
And 'Free Willy', Timb, you so
See I been pimpin', yo' days
ain't easy, hey, hey, hey, hey

I don't love 'em, no, I need 'em, no
I might hug 'em, no, I might 'em, yea
You can call me a considerate brotha, say
A brotha

I touch 'em but won't beat 'em
I will fuss wit 'em, never, mistreat 'em
You can call me a considerate
A brotha

Bitch I a black tux fo' emergencies
me to treat 'em with courtesy
But psssh, Ludacris mack nigga bitch get on you
Perfectly, dressed to impress, from the head down

'em let down, I'm the king of this shit, you take a step down
Admire the merchandise, back get slapped twice
Or hand held, I got women me panties in my fan mail
hat with a big mouth, A T L, Dirt South
Hoes up short? Hoes finna get cursed out!

It's the blast in the formation grab yo' helmet
Slam the out of these hoes and they say, "What is that, velvet?"
And they betta meet they quota, betta yet betta meet deadline
And I got hoes who legs go back further than yo' father

From Ann and Andy to Daiquiri drinks and brandy
I 'em off the streets and put 'em back on with a lil' candy
I'm the of the year, I'm a pimp all around
A pimp of the town we pimpin' 'em up, down

I don't 'em, no, I don't need 'em, no
I might hug 'em, yea, I feed 'em, yea
You can call me a brotha, say what?
A brotha

I will touch 'em, what but beat 'em, what
I fuss wit 'em, never, never mistreat 'em
You can call me a considerate
A brotha

Easy, me now
me now baby, come on
Come on walk me, walk witcha daddy
Easy, yea, it easy baby
Let your blow out, come on