Luyện nghe bài hát Datz On My Mama

[Intro:
Yo, how you know when a muh'fucker
When he'll put it on his momma, go
(Derrty!) Ladies and
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

[Chorus One: Taylor Made,
[Tru] It's Jung Tru (in this ho) Jung Tru (in ho)
Jung Tru (in ho)
[Nel] And that's on my
Blu Goose (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch)
Blu Goose (in bitch)
[Nel] Nigga that's on my
[Gube] Gube (in this muh'fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker)
Gube Thug (in 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
Catch me in a house with a hundred floors, Benz with a doors
Walkin out the Grammy's with a awards
I'm the best songwriter and the best damn (now)
Cause whores gettin and stoned like Medusa
Yeahhhh, a new eatin all sushi
And then I tear the down for new Prada and Gucci
My like Jamie Foxx goin for Diamond
Like on "Blue Streak" I'm goin to find her
Said my +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 +Bucks+ like Milwaukee, in the spot
Jamaicans on the highway on "Bad Boys 2"
Cause a car crash when they see Jung Tru
I'm a first round draft pick, the chain say
Like Cam over the Roc, you niggaz heard 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 West to blaze me
This story get +Notorious+, my nigga Biggie
I got a +G-Unit+ of killers my nigga 50 (yeahhh)
My chronic chokin, no +Badder Boy+ than me
I just signed a 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 trail of rappers still, on them 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 Williams Food+ meals with me (yeahhh)
I take a prissy chick like Lisa +Saved by the
Bring her the ghetto, make her drive cause she got the mil'
Now I ain't +Money Mike+, the Prada black, and the money right
tight, but I'll holla back, bitch it's funny right

[Chorus Taylor 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 bitch) Jung Tru (in this bitch)
Jung Tru (in bitch)
[Nel] that's on my momma
[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? That's on my
They ain't playin 'round hurr, AND ON MY MOMMA!

Thug]
You might catch me with a dime a crazy ass, crazy stash
Pockets like Malcolm Bliss, crazy
My life's like a train, I'm gone in it
Treat ya body like a phone and knock off a in it (yeahhh)
As far as rap goes, a million gimmicks
On a prepaid celly, with a 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
Guns old toothpaste, hard to squeeze
And um, niggaz talk 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 like Snipes on the back of the bike

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