Luyện nghe bài hát Datz On My Mama

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

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

Tru]
J, U, N, G
Catch me in a house a hundred floors, Benz with a hundred doors
Walkin out the Grammy's a hundred awards
I'm the best songwriter and the best damn (now)
Cause whores gettin highly and like Medusa
Yeahhhh, a new Hibushi{?} all sushi
And then I tear the mall for new Prada and Gucci
My album's like Foxx goin for Diamond
Martin on "Blue Streak" I'm goin to find her
Said my flow's +Ludacris+, I +Disturb Tha
And I ain't "Never Scared," get +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 on the highway on "Bad Boys 2"
a hundred car crash when they see Jung Tru
I'm a first round draft pick, the chain say
Like Cam takin over the Roc, you niggaz me, yeahhh

One]

[Blu
Yeahhhh, now I ain't Jigga but I Beyoncs with me
I ain't Will but I keep a +Smith+ 'n West to 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 signed a deal with Nelly, I'm with Puff and Murphy Lee
And you can tell, when I 'em still, rollin on the Sprees
We gon' leave a trail of still, goin on them keys (yeahhh)
I think of me of when I stroke, Tia
But keep it real with me, used to pop, pills with me
Know she with a king, through the hills with me
Hungry, that's Vanessa Williams +Soul Food+ with me (yeahhh)
I take a prissy chick like Lisa +Saved by the
her through the ghetto, make her drive 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 Two: Taylor Made,
[Blu] Blu (in this ho) Blu Goose (in this ho)
Blu (in this ho)
And that's on my momma
[Tru] Jung Tru (in this bitch) Jung Tru (in bitch)
Tru (in this bitch)
[Nel] Nigga on my momma
[Gube] Thug (in this muh'fucker) Gube 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 playin 'round hurr, AND THAT'S ON MY MOMMA!

[Gube
You might catch me with a dime with a crazy ass, crazy
Pockets Malcolm Bliss, crazy cash
My life's a runaway train, I'm gone in it
Treat ya like a phone 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, kinda 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, murder the mic
And come through like Snipes on the of the bike
life's a "New Jack City" shit, ya heard me?
Yeah, I come through like on the back of the bike

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