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'?
Don't get mad 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 think
A nigga gon' give 'em somethin', I can't ya shit
But this dick in ya mouth an' ya muthafuckin' hole

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

I pull up clean in my fuckin' truck
My rims still so you know I'm cuttin' up
I'm down the street, bumpin' 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 fuck wit nothin' but sluts
The ones that make money an' stack them
A bank for that cap an' a bank for that

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

An' never no back talkin' 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 when I 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 but I deserve 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

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

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

Hey, you better put money 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 heard this before?

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

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