Luyện nghe bài hát Datz On My Mama

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

[Chorus One: Taylor Made,
[Tru] It's Tru (in this ho) Jung Tru (in this ho)
Tru (in this ho)
[Nel] And on my momma
[Blu] Blu Goose (in bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch)
Blu Goose (in bitch)
[Nel] Nigga that's on my
[Gube] Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker) Thug (in this muh'fucker)
Thug (in this 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!

[Jung
J, U, N, G
Catch me in a with a hundred floors, Benz with a hundred doors
Walkin out the with a hundred awards
I'm the best and the best damn producer (now)
Cause whores gettin highly and stoned like
Yeahhhh, a new Hibushi{?} eatin all
And then I tear the mall for new Prada and Gucci
My album's Jamie Foxx goin 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 Crushed+ in the street
I put +D+ on the +Block+, I'm one of The L.O.X.
Gettin +Bucks+ like Milwaukee, in the spot
Like on the highway on "Bad Boys 2"
Cause a hundred car crash when see Jung Tru
I'm a first round draft pick, the chain say
Cam takin over the Roc, you niggaz heard me, yeahhh

[Chorus

[Blu
Yeahhhh, now I ain't but I keep Beyoncs with 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 like my 50 (yeahhh)
My chronic chokin, ain't no +Badder than me
I just signed a deal with Nelly, I'm with Puff and 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 think of me of I long stroke, Tia
But Tamara keep it real with me, used to pop, with me
Know she with a king, ridin the hills with me
Hungry, that's Vanessa +Soul Food+ meals with me (yeahhh)
I take a prissy chick like Lisa +Saved by the
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, bitch funny right

[Chorus Two: Made, Nelly]
[Blu] Blu (in this ho) Blu Goose (in this ho)
Blu (in this ho)
[Nel] And on my momma
[Tru] Jung Tru (in this bitch) Jung Tru (in 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)
And that's on my momma
Taylor Made! You me? That's on my momma
ain't playin '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 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 gimmicks
On a celly, with a million minutes
And you ain't never 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, to squeeze
And um, niggaz talk until the steel 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 through like Snipes on the back of the bike
This life's a "New City" shit, ya heard me?
Yeah, I come like Snipes on the back of the bike

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