Luyện nghe bài hát Damn Damn

See I got Mercedes money I went and got a Mercedes
I got that Bentley money I went and got that Bentley
Now if you ain't help me get it don't me how to spend it
And yes I the rules, never marry Robin Givens
Mozzarella bitches
So we call me them cheese heads
Lambo leap in that pussy like them bay
Lambo sweet look sugar on the freeway
And I'm riding cause I'm so UGK
One, two, way four an' four makes eight
Nine outta' ten its an eleven or a twelve gauge
the 13th that's the day that hell raised
But boys too weak like fourteen days
I'm so clean why I be
I be Ben Frank so much he startin' to look like me
I'm a smoke my weed I don't wanna smoke yours
And I pour four time I pour
Like, was you saying something
If you talkin' bout us then you talkin' bout shit!

I wake up mornin' eyes half closed
And looked in the and say damn I'm cold
Damn I'm cold and my
Pimp shit nigga keep payin' my
Damn I'm man I'm cold
I say damn I'm
Hot I'm cold

I got that slab money I put the Remy on blades
When I got lac money
I candied the
screw on my deck
A or two on my neck
A cars on my wrist
And bitch I'm ready to
We bout to for Pimp C
So me a bottle
I'm to pop the top on em
a slab or a model
Turn it upside
And pour it out for my bro
And me another one so I can pour out a little mo'
than osmium
Cleaner than wax
I'm as aluminum
Swingin' my lac
The you foldin' them
We tryin' to stack
Before you play the
You gotta how to act, hoes!
and crank foes
And tippin' of pain
give neck and hoes
And flip with and hang
It a thang
It was and never will
I put on my life
Bun B forever

Fuck you all right
Going at your neck a fuckin' dog bites
I woke up morning eyes half closed
Looked the mirror and said damn I'm cold
Damn I'm and my hoe
Pimp shit keep paying my hoe
I'm cold man I'm throwed
I said damn I'm cold, hot I'm cold

Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in the
Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the
Or the bracelet, face you feel the in yo veins
Could it be Bun B or that boy Lil' Wayne

Or could it be the two-seater on thangs
Got on a gold chains so dang it dang
I swang a thang, lane to lane
Yeah, its hot and you starting to feel the flame
Bun

It's brick and you starting to feel a breeze
And the temperature's down
Best'a get you some
And you get you some G's
you lose your control
And we turn your whole neighborhood into the pole

brr
gun brr
I am a grr
machine brr
F-U-C-K
I say I know when they say
Yeah!

Ok you already
No pussies, no rats, no Tom and show
And I woke up this morning half closed
Looked into the mirror like damn I'm
Damn I'm and my hoe
Damn I'm cold, man I'm
I say I'm cold
Hot I'm cold