Luyện nghe bài hát Datz On My Mama

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

One: Taylor Made, Nelly]
[Tru] It's Jung Tru (in ho) Jung Tru (in this ho)
Jung Tru (in ho)
[Nel] And on my momma
[Blu] Blu Goose (in bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch)
Blu Goose (in bitch)
[Nel] Nigga on my momma
[Gube] Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker) Gube Thug (in muh'fucker)
Gube (in this muh'fucker)
And that's on my momma
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 a hundred awards
I'm the best songwriter and the best producer (now)
Cause whores gettin highly and like Medusa
Yeahhhh, a new Hibushi{?} eatin all
And I tear the mall down for new Prada and Gucci
My album's like Jamie Foxx goin for
Like Martin on "Blue Streak" I'm to find her
my flow's +Ludacris+, I +Disturb Tha Peace+
And I "Never Scared," get your +Bones Crushed+ in the street
I put +D+ on the +Block+, I'm one of The L.O.X.
Gettin like Milwaukee, D-Bo in the spot
Jamaicans on the highway on "Bad Boys 2"
Cause a hundred car crash they see Jung Tru
I'm a round draft pick, the chain say Derrty
Like Cam takin over the Roc, you niggaz me, yeahhh

[Chorus

Goose]
Yeahhhh, now I Jigga but I keep Beyoncs with me
I Will but I keep a +Smith+ 'n West to blaze with me
story get +Notorious+, like my nigga 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 with Nelly, I'm Puff and Murphy Lee
And you can tell, when I 'em still, rollin on the Sprees
We gon' leave a trail of rappers still, goin on keys (yeahhh)
I of me of when I long stroke, Tia
But Tamara it real with me, used to pop, pills with me
Know she with a king, through the hills with me
Hungry, that's Williams +Soul Food+ meals with me (yeahhh)
I a prissy chick like Lisa +Saved by the Bell+
Bring her through the ghetto, 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, it's funny right

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

[Gube
You might catch me with a with a crazy ass, crazy stash
Pockets like Malcolm Bliss, cash
My life's like a runaway train, I'm 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 million
And you ain't never seen a throwback, you meet me
Cause the back say Jesus, he in A.D. (yeahhh)
I don't like too much, kinda hard to
Guns like old toothpaste, hard to
And um, talk greasy until the steel him 'em
I just 'em back to God and let him deal with 'em (yeahhh)
For the last two bars, I'ma 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 like Snipes on the back of the bike

[Chorus Three: Made, Nelly]
[Gube] Thug (in this ho) Gube Thug (in this ho)
Thub (in this ho)
[Nel] And on my momma
[Blu] Blu (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch)
Blu Goose (in bitch)
[Nel] Nigga that's on my
[Tru] Jung Tru (in 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!