Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cha Get Mad

You know we gotta do one for all niggaz
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' mean on the scene wit a pocket full of
Y'knowhat I'm sayin'? An' any one of y'all think
A gon' give 'em somethin', I can't give ya shit
But this dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth an' ya muthafuckin'

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

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

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

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

An' no back talkin' 'coz I call her jack, backhand slap
She come up short wit money, baby, then I snap wit a
She gotta let these know who the shit runnin' this
An' you just might have to some blows
a hit wit the fist

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

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 on myself but I deserve this, miss

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

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

Hey, you put that 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 you heard this shit before?

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 every 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 myself but I this, miss

Don't cha get mad I swerve 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 braggin' on myself but I deserve this, miss