Luyện nghe bài hát Datz On My Mama

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

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

[Jung
J, U, N, G
me in a house with a hundred floors, Benz with a hundred doors
Walkin out the Grammy's with a hundred
I'm the best songwriter and the damn producer (now)
Cause whores highly 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 for Diamond
Martin on "Blue Streak" I'm goin to find her
Said my flow's +Ludacris+, I Tha Peace+
And I ain't "Never Scared," get your +Bones Crushed+ in the
I put +D+ on the +Block+, I'm one of The L.O.X.
Gettin +Bucks+ Milwaukee, D-Bo in the spot
Like Jamaicans on the highway on "Bad 2"
Cause a hundred car when they see Jung Tru
I'm a first round draft pick, the say Derrty
Like Cam takin the Roc, you niggaz heard me, yeahhh

One]

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

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

[Gube
You might catch me with a dime a crazy ass, crazy stash
Pockets Malcolm Bliss, crazy cash
My life's like a train, I'm gone in it
Treat ya body like a phone and off a tone in it (yeahhh)
As far as rap goes, seen a million
On a prepaid celly, with a minutes
And you never seen a throwback, until you meet me
the back say Jesus, he played in A.D. (yeahhh)
I like too much, kinda hard to please
Guns like old toothpaste, hard to
And um, talk greasy until the steel him 'em
I send 'em back to God and let him deal with 'em (yeahhh)
For the two bars, I'ma murder the mic
And come through like Snipes on the back of the
This a "New Jack City" shit, ya heard me?
Yeah, I come through like Snipes on the back of the

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