Luyện nghe bài hát Datz On My Mama

[Intro:
Yo, how you know a muh'fucker serious?
When 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. to Minnesota (we all we got!)
We bringin y'all, Made

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

Tru]
J, U, N, G
Catch me in a house with a floors, Benz with a hundred doors
Walkin out the Grammy's a hundred awards
I'm the best songwriter and the damn producer (now)
Cause whores highly and stoned like Medusa
Yeahhhh, a new Hibushi{?} eatin all
And I tear the mall down for new Prada and Gucci
My album's Jamie Foxx goin for Diamond
Like Martin on "Blue Streak" I'm 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+ like Milwaukee, D-Bo in the
Like on the highway on "Bad Boys 2"
Cause a hundred car when they see Jung Tru
I'm a first round draft pick, the say Derrty
Like Cam takin over the Roc, you niggaz me, yeahhh

One]

[Blu
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 get +Notorious+, like my nigga Biggie
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 Nelly, I'm with Puff and Murphy Lee
And you can tell, when I stop 'em still, rollin on the
We gon' leave a trail of rappers still, goin on them (yeahhh)
I think of me of when I stroke, Tia
But Tamara keep it real with me, used to pop, 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, make her drive she got the mil'
Now I ain't +Money Mike+, the Prada black, and the money right
Honey tight, but holla back, bitch it's funny right

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

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

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