Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cha Get Mad

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

Feelin' on the scene wit a pocket full of green
Y'knowhat I'm sayin'? An' any one of hoes think
A nigga give 'em somethin', I can't give ya shit
But this dick in ya muthafuckin' an' ya muthafuckin' hole

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

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

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

Nigga, tell 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 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 runnin'
An' you just might have to 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 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', down yo' block, I got my charm out the window
Don't cha get mad when I an' I twist
I ain't on myself but I deserve this, miss

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

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

Hey, you put that 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 surprised, I know you heard this shit before?

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

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

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