Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cha Get Mad

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

Feelin' mean on the scene wit a full of green
Y'knowhat I'm An' any one of y'all hoes think
A nigga give 'em somethin', I can't give ya shit
But this dick in ya muthafuckin' an' ya muthafuckin' hole

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

I pull up clean in my fuckin' truck
My rims still spinnin' so you know I'm up
I'm ridin' the street, bumpin' nothin' but us
I spotted me a freak, she was 'bout to catch a

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

Nigga, I'll tell yo' gal she can on this big ol' dick
An' won't be up 'bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
An' in the public's she can be legit, be my bitch
at the shake jaunt she gotta work a trick, get the grip

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

Don't cha, don't cha get mad I swerve 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 on myself but I deserve this, miss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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