Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cha Get Mad

You we gotta do one for all these niggaz
Out sideline hatin', y'knowhat I'm sayin'?
get mad 'coz a nigga straight up
Out the paint or the car lot or what not

mean on the scene wit a pocket full of green
Y'knowhat I'm sayin'? An' any one of y'all hoes
A nigga gon' give 'em somethin', I give ya shit
But dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth an' ya muthafuckin' hole

An' you gotta me somethin' for that, ho'
'Coz I for free, bitch
Pay cha muthafuckin' weigh

I pull up clean in my black fuckin'
My still spinnin' so you know I'm cuttin' up
I'm down the street, bumpin' nothin' but us
I spotted me a freak, she was to catch a buzz

I asked her what's her name, baby, it could be
But you know ya boy don't wit nothin' but sluts
The ones that make money an' stack bucks
A for that cap an' a bank for that butt

Nigga, tell yo' gal she can suck on this big ol' dick
An' be fucked up 'bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
An' in the public's she can be legit, be my bitch
'Coz at the shake jaunt she work a trick, get the grip

An' no back talkin' 'coz I call her jack, backhand slap
She come up short wit money, baby, then I snap wit a
She gotta let these know who the shit runnin' this
An' you just might have to throw some
Take a hit wit the

Don't cha, don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I
Ridin', down yo' block, I got my charm out the window
Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I
I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this,

Don't cha get mad when I an' I twist
Ridin', ridin' down yo' block, I got my out the window
cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist
I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this,

I'm swervin', I'm twistin' from to side
I got that right on my side
20 inch vogues wit the yellow stripes
A rolled up wit some of that light

The 360 turn on the fold down
Turn it all the way around an' watch it from the seat
The knock in the back, get the trunk on
Them flockin' to my whip thick like cattle

Hey, you put that money in my hand
I was born to be a mack, not yo' muh' man
You mad 'coz I hit cha, ho, me an' her cha dough
Why you actin' surprised, I you heard this shit before?

Me an' Quint, pushin' 'Vettes, smokin' 'dro, no
One tech, two glocks, red, no vests
I clock an' pop collars for a livin'
I'm at Pressure World every I hit Memphis

Don't cha, don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I
Ridin', ridin' down yo' block, I got my charm out the
cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist
I ain't braggin' on myself but I this, miss

Don't cha get mad when I an' I twist
Ridin', ridin' down yo' block, I got my out the window
Don't cha get mad I swerve an' I twist
I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this,