Luyện nghe bài hát Datz On My Mama

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

[Chorus One: Taylor Made,
It's Jung Tru (in this ho) Jung Tru (in this ho)
Jung Tru (in 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
Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker)
Gube (in this muh'fucker)
[Nel] And on my momma
Taylor Made! You heard me? on my momma
They ain't 'round 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 with a hundred awards
I'm the songwriter and the best damn producer (now)
whores gettin highly and stoned like Medusa
Yeahhhh, a new eatin all sushi
And then I tear the mall down for new Prada and
My album's like Jamie Foxx goin for
Like on "Blue Streak" I'm goin to find her
Said my flow's +Ludacris+, I +Disturb Tha
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.
+Bucks+ like Milwaukee, D-Bo in the spot
Like Jamaicans on the 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 heard me,

[Chorus

[Blu
Yeahhhh, now I ain't Jigga but I Beyoncs with me
I ain't but I keep a +Smith+ 'n West to blaze with me
This story get +Notorious+, like my Biggie
I got a +G-Unit+ of killers my nigga 50 (yeahhh)
My chronic chokin, ain't no +Badder Boy+ 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 leave a trail of rappers still, goin on them keys (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 Vanessa Williams Food+ meals 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 +Money Mike+, with 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 Goose (in ho)
[Nel] And that's on my
[Tru] Jung Tru (in bitch) Jung Tru (in this bitch)
Tru (in this bitch)
[Nel] Nigga that's on my
[Gube] Thug (in this muh'fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker)
Gube (in this muh'fucker)
[Nel] And that's on my
Taylor Made! You me? That's on my momma
They ain't 'round hurr, AND THAT'S ON MY MOMMA!

Thug]
You might catch me a dime with a crazy ass, crazy stash
like Malcolm Bliss, crazy cash
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, seen a gimmicks
On a celly, with a million minutes
And you never 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
Guns like old toothpaste, hard to
And um, niggaz talk until the steel him 'em
I just send 'em back to God and let him deal 'em (yeahhh)
For the two bars, I'ma murder the mic
And come through like Snipes on the back of the
This life's a "New Jack City" shit, ya me?
Yeah, I come through Snipes on the back of the bike

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