Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cha Get Mad

You we gotta do one for all these niggaz
Out here sideline hatin', y'knowhat I'm
Don't get mad 'coz a straight up
Out the shop or the car lot or what not

Feelin' mean on the scene wit a 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 this dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth an' ya muthafuckin'

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

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

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

Nigga, I'll tell yo' gal she can suck on big ol' dick
An' won't be fucked up 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' 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 to throw some blows
Take a hit wit the

Don't cha, 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 when I swerve an' I
I ain't braggin' on but I deserve this, miss

cha get mad when I swerve 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 this, miss

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

The 360 turn on the down screens
it all the way around an' watch it from the front seat
The knock in the back, get the on rattle
Them hoes to my whip thick like cattle

Hey, you put that money in my hand
I was to be a mack, not yo' muh' fuckin' 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, red, no vests
I clock an' pop collars for a livin'
I'm at Pressure World time I hit Memphis

Don't cha, 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 when I swerve an' I
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
cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist
I ain't braggin' on but I deserve this, miss