Luyện nghe bài hát Damn Damn

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

I wake up mornin' eyes half closed
And looked in the mirror and say I'm cold
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 the Escalade
Gotta on my deck
A or two on my neck
A cars on my wrist
And bitch I'm ready to
We to this for Pimp C
So pass me a
I'm to pop the top on em
a slab or a model
Turn it down
And it out for my lil' 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 them
We tryin' to those
Before you play the
You learn how to act, hoes!
and crank foes
And tippin' trunks of
Hangers give neck and
And flip with nuts and
It ain't a
It never was and never
I put on my life
Bun B forever

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

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, face you feel the chill in yo
Could it be Bun B or that boy Lil' Wayne

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

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

brr
gun brr
I am a grr
Money brr
C-O-P's
I say I know when say freeze
Yeah!

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