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'?
get mad 'coz a nigga straight up
Out the paint or the car lot or what not

Feelin' mean on the scene wit a pocket of green
Y'knowhat I'm sayin'? An' any one of hoes think
A nigga gon' give 'em somethin', I give ya shit
But this dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth an' ya hole

An' you gotta me somethin' for that, ho'
'Coz I ain't for free,
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, bumpin' but us
I spotted me a freak, she was to catch a buzz

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

Nigga, I'll tell yo' gal she can suck on big ol' dick
An' be fucked up 'bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp
An' in the public's eyes she can be legit, be my
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, then I wit a strap
She gotta let these hoes know who the shit runnin'
An' you just might have to throw some
a hit wit the fist

Don't cha, cha get mad when I swerve 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 deserve this,

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

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

The 360 turn on the down screens
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 put that money in my hand
I was to be a mack, not yo' muh' fuckin' man
You mad 'coz I hit cha, ho, me an' her cha dough
Why you surprised, I know you heard this shit before?

Me an' Quint, pushin' 'Vettes, '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

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

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 on myself but I deserve this, miss