Luyện nghe bài hát Damn Damn

See when I got Mercedes I went and got a Mercedes
When I got that Bentley 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 know the rules, never marry Robin
Mozzarella over
So we call me them bitches heads
Lambo leap in pussy like them green bay
Lambo sweet look sugar on the freeway
And I'm riding dirty I'm so UGK
One, two, way four an' four makes eight
Nine times outta' ten its an or a twelve gauge
Friday the that's the day that hell raised
But y'all boys too weak like fourteen
I'm so clean why I be
I be with Ben Frank so much he startin' to like me
I'm a my weed cause I don't wanna smoke yours
And I pour four time I pour
Like, was you saying bitch
If you talkin' bout us then you ain't talkin' shit!

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

When I got 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 couple on my wrist
And I'm ready to wreck
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 down
And pour it out for my bro
And pass me another one so I can pour out a mo'
Fresher than
Cleaner wax floors
I'm slick as
my lac doors
The Franklin's you foldin'
We to stack those
you play the role
You gotta how to act, hoes!
Swingers and crank
And tippin' of pain
Hangers give neck and
And flip with and hang
It ain't a
It was and never will
I put that on my
Bun B forever

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

Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in the
Is it the ice in the or the ice in the rings?
Or the bracelet, face you feel the chill in yo
Could it be from Bun B or boy Lil' Wayne

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

It's getting and you starting to feel a breeze
And the going down
get you some sleeves
And you best'a get you G's
Fore you your control
And we turn your whole neighborhood the north pole

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

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