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 females (E.N.T.!) of all (let's go)
All the way from St. Louis to (we all we got!)
We bringin y'all, Made

[Chorus One: Made, Nelly]
[Tru] It's Jung Tru (in ho) Jung Tru (in this ho)
Tru (in this ho)
[Nel] And on my momma
[Blu] Blu Goose (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in bitch)
Blu (in this bitch)
[Nel] that's on my momma
[Gube] Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker) Gube (in this muh'fucker)
Gube (in this muh'fucker)
[Nel] And that's on my
Taylor Made! You heard me? That's on my
ain't playin 'round hurr, AND THAT'S 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 hundred
I'm the songwriter and the best damn producer (now)
Cause gettin highly and stoned like Medusa
Yeahhhh, a new Hibushi{?} eatin all
And then I tear the mall down for new Prada and
My album's like Foxx goin for Diamond
Like Martin on "Blue Streak" I'm goin to her
Said my flow's +Ludacris+, I 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
Like Jamaicans on the highway on "Bad 2"
Cause a car crash when they see Jung Tru
I'm a first round draft pick, the say Derrty
Like Cam over the Roc, you niggaz heard me, yeahhh

[Chorus

[Blu
Yeahhhh, now I Jigga 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 of killers like my nigga 50 (yeahhh)
My chokin, ain't no +Badder Boy+ than me
I signed a deal with Nelly, I'm with Puff and Murphy Lee
And you can tell, when I stop 'em still, on the Sprees
We gon' leave a trail of still, goin 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 through the hills me
Hungry, that's Vanessa Williams Food+ meals with me (yeahhh)
I take a chick like Lisa +Saved by the Bell+
Bring her through the ghetto, make her cause she got the mil'
Now I ain't +Money Mike+, with the black, and the money right
Honey tight, but holla back, bitch it's funny right

[Chorus Taylor Made, Nelly]
[Blu] Blu (in this ho) Blu Goose (in this ho)
Blu Goose (in ho)
[Nel] And that's on my
Jung Tru (in this bitch) Jung Tru (in this bitch)
Jung Tru (in bitch)
Nigga that's on my momma
[Gube] Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker) Gube Thug (in muh'fucker)
Gube Thug (in muh'fucker)
And that's on my momma
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 with a crazy ass, stash
Pockets like Bliss, crazy cash
My like a runaway train, I'm gone in it
Treat ya body like a and knock off a tone in it (yeahhh)
As far as rap goes, a million gimmicks
On a prepaid celly, with a million
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, hard to please
Guns like old toothpaste, to squeeze
And um, niggaz greasy until the steel him 'em
I just send 'em back to God and let him with 'em (yeahhh)
For the last two bars, I'ma the mic
And through like Snipes on the back of the bike
This a "New Jack City" shit, ya heard me?
Yeah, I come through like on the back of the bike

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