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'?
get mad 'coz a nigga 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 sayin'? An' any one of y'all hoes
A nigga give 'em somethin', I can't give ya shit
But this dick in ya mouth an' ya muthafuckin' hole

An' you gotta reach me 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 ridin' down the street, nothin' but us
I spotted me a freak, she was to catch a buzz

I asked her what's her name, baby, it could be
But you know ya boy don't fuck wit but sluts
The ones make 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' be fucked up 'bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
An' in the public's she can be legit, be my bitch
'Coz at the shake jaunt she gotta a trick, get the grip

An' never no back talkin' 'coz I her jack, backhand slap
She come up short wit money, baby, then I wit a strap
She gotta let these 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 when I 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 myself but I deserve this,

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 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
20 inch vogues wit the yellow stripes
A rolled up wit some of that light

The 360 on the fold down screens
Turn it all the way an' watch it from the front seat
The in the back, get the trunk on rattle
Them hoes flockin' to my whip thick 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 this shit

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

Don't cha, don't cha get mad when I 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,

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 but I deserve this, miss