Luyện nghe bài hát Damn Damn

See I got Mercedes money I went and got a Mercedes
When I got that Bentley money I went and got Bentley
Now if you ain't me get it don't tell me how to spend it
And yes I know the rules, never marry Givens
over bitches
So we call me them bitches cheese
Lambo leap in that pussy like them bay
Lambo sweet look like sugar on the
And I'm riding dirty I'm so UGK
One, two, three way four an' makes eight
Nine times outta' ten its an eleven or a twelve
Friday the 13th that's the day that hell
But y'all boys too weak like fourteen
I'm so why wouldn't 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 every time I pour
Like, was you saying bitch
If you talkin' bout us you ain't talkin' bout 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 payin' my
Damn I'm man I'm cold
I say damn I'm
Hot damn I'm

When I got that slab money I put the Remy on
I got that lac money
I candied the
Gotta on my deck
A or two on my neck
A couple on my wrist
And bitch I'm ready to
We bout to for Pimp C
So pass me a
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'
Fresher than
Cleaner than wax
I'm slick as
Swingin' my lac
The you foldin' them
We tryin' to those
you play the role
You gotta how to act, hoes!
Swingers and crank
And tippin' trunks of
give neck and hoes
And flip nuts and hang
It a thang
It never was and never
I put on my life
Bun B trill

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

Is it the ice in the or the ice in the chains?
Is it the ice in the or the ice in the rings?
Or the bracelet, you feel the chill in yo veins
Could it be Bun B or that boy Lil' Wayne

Or could it be the 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 feel the
Bun

It's getting brick and you starting to a breeze
And the temperature's going
Best'a get you sleeves
And you best'a get you G's
you lose your control
And we turn your whole neighborhood into the north

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 woke up this eyes half closed
Looked into the mirror damn I'm cold
I'm cold and my hoe
Damn I'm cold, man I'm
I say damn I'm
Hot I'm cold