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 a nigga straight up
Out the paint or the car lot or what not

Feelin' mean on the scene wit a pocket full of
I'm sayin'? An' any one of y'all hoes think
A gon' give 'em somethin', I can't give ya shit
But this dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth an' ya hole

An' you gotta reach me for that, ho'
'Coz I ain't for free,
Pay what cha muthafuckin'

I pull up clean in my black fuckin'
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 could be
But you ya boy don't fuck wit nothin' but sluts
The ones that make money an' stack bucks
A bank for that cap an' a bank for that

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 eyes she can be legit, be my bitch
'Coz at the shake jaunt she gotta work a trick, get the

An' never no talkin' 'coz I call her jack, backhand slap
She come up short wit money, baby, then I wit a strap
She let these hoes know who the shit runnin' this
An' you just might have to throw blows
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 I swerve an' I twist
I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this,

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

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

The 360 on the fold down screens
Turn it all the way an' watch it from the front seat
The knock in the back, get the trunk on
Them 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 you heard 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' 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,

Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I
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