Luyện nghe bài hát Datz On My Mama

[Intro:
Yo, how you know when a serious?
When put it on his momma, let's go
(Derrty!) Ladies and
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, 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 Goose (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in bitch)
Blu Goose (in bitch)
Nigga that's on my momma
[Gube] Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker) Thug (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!

Tru]
J, U, N, G
Catch me in a house with a hundred floors, with a hundred doors
Walkin out the Grammy's a hundred awards
I'm the best songwriter and the best damn (now)
Cause gettin highly and stoned like Medusa
Yeahhhh, a new Hibushi{?} eatin all
And then I tear the mall 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 flow's +Ludacris+, I Tha Peace+
And I ain't "Never Scared," get +Bones Crushed+ in the street
I put +D+ on the +Block+, I'm one of The L.O.X.
Gettin +Bucks+ like Milwaukee, D-Bo in the
Like Jamaicans on the on "Bad Boys 2"
Cause a hundred car crash when see Jung Tru
I'm a round draft pick, the chain say Derrty
Like Cam takin over the Roc, you 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 story get +Notorious+, like my Biggie
I got a of killers like my nigga 50 (yeahhh)
My chronic chokin, ain't no +Badder Boy+ me
I just a deal with Nelly, I'm with Puff and Murphy Lee
And you can tell, I stop 'em still, rollin on the Sprees
We gon' leave a of rappers still, goin on them keys (yeahhh)
I think of me of when I stroke, Tia
But Tamara keep it real with me, used to pop, pills me
Know she with a king, ridin through the with me
Hungry, that's Williams +Soul Food+ meals with me (yeahhh)
I take a prissy chick like +Saved by the Bell+
her through the ghetto, make her drive cause she got the mil'
Now I ain't Mike+, with the Prada black, and the money right
Honey tight, but I'll holla back, bitch it's right

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

[Gube
You might catch me with a dime with a ass, crazy stash
Pockets like Bliss, crazy cash
My like a runaway 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 celly, with a million minutes
And you ain't seen a throwback, until you meet me
Cause the say Jesus, he played in A.D. (yeahhh)
I don't like too much, kinda hard to
Guns like old toothpaste, hard to
And um, niggaz talk until the steel him 'em
I just send 'em back to God and let him with 'em (yeahhh)
For the two bars, I'ma murder the mic
And come through like on the back of the bike
This life's a "New Jack City" shit, ya me?
Yeah, I come like Snipes on the back of the bike

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