Luyện nghe bài hát Dimonds on my chain

Diamonds in my damn chain! It ain't to tell!

Diamonds in my chain!
Diamonds in my chain!
chorus]
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn
Got my vote, I'm ya campaign
I like you but, I really like your chain!

Diamonds In My Chain!
In My Damn Chain!
[Fabolous
It explains the way she be actin'
She liked my necklace so she relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I a chain reaction!

verse 1]
Yo, you think you like me now, wait until the hit me
I bet the house somebody spend the night with me
gota love it, if not, then I guess they haters
This kinda necklace'll on the investigators
They ain't got one with this
facewatch look Spongebob on the wrist
One white, one gold, one nice,
You can but don't touch, guns might unload, now
I respect them who get they jackin' on
But we set every slug that we be packin's long
Ya boy got the drug money we be on
Lotta carrots, not the one's Bugs Bunny on
Got 'em, gettin' close and, like I scooped up
The Titanic chain, from the of the ocean
I play them diamonds well I got dat jewelery on
They call me Carat Jeter or maybe Canary Bonds

[Lil' verse 2]
Ahh! My is Weezy F Baby! Oww!
I don't do this, ha! Ok, I'm lyin'
Cuz these of mine, just sparkle like wine
I'm to find, In the darker night time
I get so much from ya' eyes, like signs
I'm, kushed out my mind, Patron with lime
My necklace is a
And that fine, what that girl name
I call my jeweller up and her; "Make that girl a chain!"
I take that girl to Spain, she can't a thang'
And she got her on the side like fame
Her fetish is Lil' Wayne, I'm bombin' Hussein
But I'm that fire, now I swallow my
on a plane, the sky is my domain
I'm in and out the country, passports, and
And tanktops, and sweet thoughts, from sun shades, and private
And of course... (Watchu got boy), I got...

[Fabolous 3]
Yo, maybe it's them VV's, 'cuz sets Susters'
Sit on the next bus like that on MTV
The waves on the chain, make a nigga fly like the wings on a
you sittin' in between 'em
Even when you clean em', when you see em'
Beemin' through the tints when I'm sittin in the
Oops! I mean Phantom, my words got man
But this tiger stripe, watch, make bitch a Bengals fan
We all know Jacob, check the he did
We more time, "Making The Band" than Diddy did
You feel my campaign, then drop your old
I'm out in DC, at the white and gold house (White and house)
Wanna convince me love, secret service me with some of that Love
She saw the chain, brain, no strain ever since
Now that's what the fuck I call a good of events! Nigga

Diamonds on my damn chain! It ain't to tell!