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 shop 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 can't ya shit
But dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth an' ya muthafuckin' hole

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

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

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

Nigga, I'll 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 she gotta work a trick, get the grip

An' never no 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 this
An' you just might have to throw blows
a hit wit the fist

Don't cha, 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 deserve this,

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

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

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

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

Me an' Quint, pushin' 'Vettes, smokin' 'dro, no
One tech, two glocks, infra red, no
I dollars an' pop collars for a livin'
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
Don't cha get mad I swerve an' I twist
I braggin' on myself but I deserve this, miss

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 when I swerve an' I
I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this,