Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Mind Right Mami

Sup ma? You to roll with us, y'knowhatI'msayin'?
It's good, love, it's all love
Got cases of Belvedere, we gon' play or dare
We gon' really get to know one
All you gotta do is put your down, get your mind right
You know what I mean? I'm for you, yo

Relax yourself, let your conscience be
You now with them thugs from the ROC
Ain't no place on the that you'd rather be
But in the blue flame, bitch new to the game

Cross over to the Roc, yourself hot
The topic of discussion in every nail
a secret society, all we ask is trust
And a week, watch your arm freeze up

get right, A to a D cup
Weave get tight, your feet up
Ears get iced, get spiced
From hoodrat to superstar, there's your

with Hova, he can take you out of your Hell
Say bye to Reebok, say hi to
Say hi to Gucci, as well
Take a look in the mirror, be of yourself

Get your right mami, get your mind right
You gotta your part when you're rollin' with the ROC
Get your right mami, get your mind right
You gotta know what it to be down with a nigga like me

Get your mind right mami, get your mind
I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my seat
Get your mind right mami, get mind right
And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta

Yo, I'm Memphis, used to play the apprentice
Now I'm the teacher, c'mere, let me teach ya
how to play them benches, hold this in your dentures
How to play it cool when police to pinch us

mami, let the Belvy flow
Inhale the 'dro, exhale it
I could you how to roll, teach you 'bout fly kicks
you how to keep your nose up out of my shit

When the beeper goes off, don't reach
Like you put a ring or spend on Bleek
Get your mind right, baby, goin' mine crazy
I'm in the shower, star 69 me crazy

Track my last call, my broad
With a bitch or two had contact in the mall
You got problems you need to iron out
I will, holla, for now you on out

You gotta play your part when you're rollin' the ROC
(C'mon mama, c'mon)
You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga me
(Get your mind right mami, get your right)
(C'mon mama, c'mon)

I a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat
(Get your right mami, get your mind right)
(C'mon girl, c'mon)
And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta
(Get your right mami, get your mind right)
(C'mon mama, c'mon)

I played you and you me
me when I tell you, girl I know you a freak
For fuckin' me, that ain't all you can be

Just put mind to it you can go real far
I know gettin' hard on the boulevard
say, pimpin' is dead, man, pimpin' ain't dead
These hoes just and they blind tryin' and dyin' to be lead

But to lead 'em? Talk shit to 'em and beat 'em
Get they right and feed 'em
Now I need 'em, uh, uh, but I can do that there
Put on a three piece suit and Shirley Temple my

So I can, like a player when I walk in the place
Got yo' bitch all on my line and now she up in my
Is yo' bitch is that yo' bitch 'cuz if she's not she mine
She fallin' fo' a nigga and I ain't even dropped a

Get out my limelight, bitch and get your mind
C'mon mama, c'mon
Get your right, bitch, get your mind right
baby girl, c'mon, c'mon

You gotta play your part when rollin' with the ROC
Get your mind right mami, get your right
You gotta know what it takes to be down a nigga like me
Get your right ma, get your mind right

I need a gangsta girl, who can in my passenger seat
Got to get your mind right, baby, get your mind
And I need gangsta girls for my gangsta

Get your right mami, get your mind right
Get mind right ma, get your mind right, huh?
Got to get your mind right, baby, get your right