Luyện nghe bài hát Datz On My Mama

[Intro:
Yo, how you know when a serious?
he'll put it on his momma, let's go
(Derrty!) and gentlemen
Males and females (E.N.T.!) of all (let's go)
All the way from St. Louis to (we all we got!)
We bringin y'all, Taylor

[Chorus One: Taylor Made,
[Tru] It's Jung Tru (in this ho) Jung Tru (in ho)
Tru (in this ho)
[Nel] And that's on my
Blu Goose (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch)
Blu Goose (in bitch)
Nigga that's on my momma
[Gube] Gube Thug (in muh'fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker)
Gube (in this muh'fucker)
[Nel] And that's on my
Taylor Made! You heard me? That's on my
They ain't 'round hurr, AND THAT'S ON MY MOMMA!

Tru]
J, U, N, G
Catch me in a house a hundred floors, Benz with a hundred doors
Walkin out the with a hundred awards
I'm the best songwriter and the damn producer (now)
whores gettin highly and stoned like Medusa
Yeahhhh, a new eatin all sushi
And I tear the mall down for new Prada and Gucci
My album's like Jamie Foxx for Diamond
Like Martin on "Blue Streak" I'm goin to her
Said my +Ludacris+, I +Disturb Tha Peace+
And I ain't "Never Scared," get your +Bones in the street
I put +D+ on the +Block+, I'm one of The L.O.X.
+Bucks+ like Milwaukee, D-Bo in the spot
Like Jamaicans on the highway on "Bad 2"
a hundred car crash when they see Jung Tru
I'm a round draft pick, the chain say Derrty
Like Cam takin over the Roc, you heard me, yeahhh

[Chorus

[Blu
Yeahhhh, now I ain't Jigga but I keep Beyoncs me
I ain't Will but I keep a +Smith+ 'n West to blaze me
This story get +Notorious+, like my nigga
I got a +G-Unit+ of killers my nigga 50 (yeahhh)
My chronic chokin, ain't no Boy+ than me
I just signed a deal with Nelly, I'm Puff and Murphy Lee
And you can tell, when I 'em still, rollin on the Sprees
We leave a trail of rappers still, goin on them keys (yeahhh)
I think of me of when I stroke, Tia
But Tamara keep it real me, used to pop, pills with me
Know she with a king, ridin the hills with me
Hungry, that's Williams +Soul Food+ meals with me (yeahhh)
I take a prissy chick Lisa +Saved by the Bell+
Bring her through the ghetto, make her drive cause she got the
Now I ain't Mike+, with the Prada black, and the money right
tight, but I'll holla back, bitch it's funny right

[Chorus Two: Taylor Made,
[Blu] Blu (in this ho) Blu Goose (in this ho)
Blu Goose (in ho)
[Nel] And that's on my
[Tru] Jung Tru (in bitch) Jung Tru (in this bitch)
Tru (in this bitch)
[Nel] Nigga on my momma
[Gube] Gube (in this muh'fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker)
Thug (in this muh'fucker)
[Nel] And on my momma
Made! You heard me? That's on my momma
They ain't playin hurr, AND THAT'S ON MY MOMMA!

Thug]
You might me with a dime with a crazy ass, crazy stash
like Malcolm Bliss, crazy cash
My life's like a train, I'm gone in it
Treat ya like a phone and knock off a tone in it (yeahhh)
As far as rap goes, a million gimmicks
On a prepaid celly, with a minutes
And you ain't never a throwback, until you meet me
Cause the back say Jesus, he in A.D. (yeahhh)
I don't like too much, kinda to please
Guns like old toothpaste, to squeeze
And um, talk greasy until the steel him 'em
I just send 'em back to God and let him deal 'em (yeahhh)
For the last two bars, murder the mic
And come through like Snipes on the of the bike
life's a "New Jack City" shit, ya heard me?
Yeah, I come through like Snipes on the of the bike

[Chorus Three: Made, Nelly]
[Gube] Gube Thug (in this ho) Gube Thug (in ho)
Gube (in this ho)
[Nel] And that's on my
[Blu] Blu Goose (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in bitch)
Blu (in this bitch)
[Nel] Nigga on my momma
[Tru] Tru (in this muh'fucker) Jung Tru (in this muh'fucker)
Jung Tru (in muh'fucker)
And that's on my momma
Taylor Made! You heard me? That's on my
They ain't playin 'round hurr, AND ON MY MOMMA!