Luyện nghe bài hát Datz On My Mama

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

[Chorus One: Taylor Made,
It's Jung Tru (in this ho) Jung Tru (in this ho)
Jung Tru (in ho)
And that's on my momma
[Blu] Blu (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch)
Blu Goose (in bitch)
Nigga that's on my momma
[Gube] Gube (in this muh'fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker)
Gube (in this muh'fucker)
[Nel] And that's on my
Made! You heard me? That's on my momma
They playin 'round hurr, AND THAT'S ON MY MOMMA!

Tru]
J, U, N, G
Catch me in a house with a hundred floors, with a hundred doors
Walkin out the with a hundred awards
I'm the best songwriter and the best damn (now)
Cause whores gettin and stoned like Medusa
Yeahhhh, a new Hibushi{?} all sushi
And then I tear the mall down for new Prada and
My album's like Jamie Foxx goin for
Like on "Blue Streak" I'm goin to find her
Said my flow's +Ludacris+, I +Disturb Tha
And I ain't "Never Scared," get your Crushed+ 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"
Cause a car crash when they see Jung Tru
I'm a first draft pick, the chain say Derrty
Cam takin over the Roc, you niggaz heard me, yeahhh

[Chorus

Goose]
Yeahhhh, now I ain't but I keep Beyoncs with me
I ain't Will but I keep a +Smith+ 'n to blaze with me
This story get +Notorious+, like my Biggie
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 Nelly, I'm with Puff and Murphy Lee
And you can tell, when I 'em still, rollin on the Sprees
We gon' a trail of rappers still, goin on them keys (yeahhh)
I think of me of I long stroke, Tia
But keep it real with me, used to pop, pills with me
Know she with a king, ridin the hills with me
Hungry, Vanessa Williams +Soul Food+ meals with me (yeahhh)
I a prissy chick like Lisa +Saved by the Bell+
Bring her the ghetto, make her drive cause she got the mil'
Now I ain't +Money Mike+, with the Prada black, and the right
Honey tight, but holla back, bitch it's funny right

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

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

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