Luyện nghe bài hát Getting Married

This ain't no sucka for shit
This ain't no Huxtable kisses and hug shit, first we fuck shit
And don't call the next day, this a wedding day
In love? Will we make it? Let us

In a Limo, my niggas, my father, my
Everybody in tuxes gettin'
Hard Bottasmov costumes, this ain't no act,
Factual, the pimp scoop no more

Yes, I'm sure
I know she love me, I know that she faithful
We spoke on a prenuptial agreement 'cuz and Jada ain't need it
Spoke on but then I dreaded the thought

'Cuz she deserves Cinderella's Ball and the whole
But know this, you fuckin' wit a slit ya throat
Vehicular explosions, cigar
Dark-minded, climbin', well-spoken

Safer world of men to rich ones
Throw them phone numbers 'cuz this is it, hun
Headed to the Chapel, my laughin'
And it's bafflin' just a year ago

It's weird, though, I I'd get married
To who? I knew not, thought of snatchin' Halle up from the
Pumpin' Sade, my head
Finally, I met the perfect bitch, pardon my French, that

Someone who my heart stop, couldn't wait to blaze that
Tired of from honey to honey
HIV spreadin', everybody bump the same
The game'll put in they graves

Right before they part with the street
I want a son to greet every
Daughters and more sons tickle my
Wife smilin', tellin' me it's time to eat, I'm gettin'

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the
It was difficult for me to a chick I want
Say hello to the man, goodbye to the
It was for me to find a chick I want
Say to the man, goodbye to the gigolo
It was difficult for me to find a chick I

It was my dream for my to put the ring on the ride
Even Martin King had a fling on the side
what the negative ones say
Knew my wedding be one day but quickly is this day

I know the gonna miss me
Lookin' at old photos, sayin, "Damn, he used to me"
chokin' up since I woke up
Bachelor Party was crazy, hard just to sober up

Father, saw me in a daze, nudged me his left arm
me how him and moms went to City Hall, dressed norm'
Said, she would love me Boateng
Customized in London by guys who up kings

Gov', you got the ring, Jung', you
Maxwell, he gon' sing, invited Lauryn Hill and the
Baltimore, Cacky', Mississippi
Family packed in, my nigga, L is tipsy

Spilled on the cuff links, ginger ale got it out
Walked in the church, just all big to it out
My girl in glistenin', different stones
'Bout to go my fiance to Mrs. Jones

That's a that nobody can touch
I gotta be wit' ya crazy aunts and uncles
'Cuz I you much 'cuz you put up wit my shit
cases, baby mommas

I make a honest woman you yet
Everybody at you, I'm at the alter, standin'
Heart out my chest like a cannon
I'm happy, one of my men

the music says, "Don't do it"
But they just joke, some crew
They playin, I'm gleeful, I'm
I'm stayin' that are all true
"Will you take music as your wife?" "I do"
Sike, this about music, y'all know who I'm talkin' to
Gettin'

Say to the man, goodbye to the gigolo
It was difficult for me to find a chick I
Say hello to the man, goodbye to the
It was for me to find a chick I want
Say to the man, goodbye to the gigolo
It was for me to find a chick I want
married