Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cha Get Mad

You know we do one for all these niggaz
Out sideline hatin', y'knowhat I'm sayin'?
Don't get mad 'coz a nigga 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 hoes think
A nigga gon' give 'em somethin', I can't ya shit
But this dick in ya muthafuckin' an' ya muthafuckin' hole

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

I pull up clean in my black 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 her what's her name, baby, it could be love
But you know ya boy don't fuck wit but sluts
The ones that make an' stack them bucks
A bank for that cap an' a bank for that

Nigga, I'll tell yo' gal she can suck on this big ol'
An' won't be 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 work a trick, get the grip

An' never no back talkin' 'coz I call her jack, slap
She come up wit money, baby, then I snap wit a strap
She gotta let hoes know who the shit runnin' this
An' you just might have to throw some
a hit wit the fist

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

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

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

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

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

Me an' Quint, 'Vettes, smokin' 'dro, no stress
One tech, two glocks, infra red, no
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 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 swerve an' I
Ridin', down yo' block, I got my charm out the window
Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I
I ain't braggin' on myself but I deserve this,