Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cha Get Mad

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

Feelin' mean on the scene wit a pocket 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 mouth an' ya muthafuckin' hole

An' you reach me somethin' for that, ho'
'Coz I for free, bitch
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 spotted me a freak, she was 'bout to catch a

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 make an' stack them bucks
A bank for cap an' a bank for that butt

Nigga, I'll tell yo' gal she can suck on this big ol'
An' won't be fucked up 'bout it if she pay her rent to a
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 back talkin' 'coz I call her jack, slap
She come up short wit money, baby, I snap wit a strap
She gotta let these hoes know who the shit 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 myself but I this, miss

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

I'm swervin', I'm twistin' from to side
I got iron right on my side
Them 20 inch vogues wit the stripes
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 flockin' to my whip thick like cattle

Hey, you better put 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, 'Vettes, smokin' 'dro, no stress
One tech, two glocks, red, no vests
I clock an' pop collars for a livin'
I'm at World every time I hit Memphis

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