Luyện nghe bài hát Gitcha Mind Right

Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a
And I'ma red hot pimp
Now, getcha right, baby, you a simp
(Tony Snow, what Im talkin about? Tony Snow, bitch)
And I'ma red hot pimp
(Young Pimp, Young Pimp, Jones, yes, it is, it's goin down

Now, mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot pimp
Now, getcha right, baby, you a simp
(Dedicated to Fat Pat, Lil' Daddy, know what Im about?)
And red hot undercover pimp
(Big Dog and Biz, Looney)

I'm so in the game
Gettin my paper, takin over brains
The drank the ice is so cold
up to the light and light my diner, strike the pose

These niggaz in this they wanna stop the Pimp
Don't wanna see me up and flyin like a blimp
I think they feel like threat
But old school motherfuckin vet

So getcha mind right, baby, you a
And I'ma red hot undercover
Now, getcha right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot pimp

Now, mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot pimp
Now, getcha right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot undercover

Uh, C, Sir James
Y'all fade this country thang
Nigga in The Source tried to on me
But bitch, I got the whole South ridin me

Ask this Jeezy, bitch, I'm the truth
Me and Short Dog go and smoke in the
I'm 'bout Too $hort not that fake nigga
The rap game, full of all you fake

in ya booty gettin raped nigga
If you take a trip upstate nigga
I don't wanna see them in the city
His gal head was good but her pussy was

That's right nigga, I ya bitch
She a three-way freak, every hoe take a
her on a mission, go hit that lick
Ya dick is so weak and my is so slick

Now, getcha right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot pimp
Now, mind right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot undercover

Now, getcha right, baby, you a simp
And I'ma red hot pimp
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a
And I'ma red hot undercover

Yeah, uh, getcha right nigga, act like y'know
Cory Mo pimpin pen with Tony Snow
again in the lab with a pen and a pad
I'm been payin my dues since '94

Me and Mike Moe both got a wall of plaques
Ten car garage and all full of 'Llacs
Front to the back, to the fleet
Can't miss me bitch, a ear to the street

trunk full of beef for you, hoe ass niggaz
I'm steps ahead of you, slow ass niggaz
Gotcha gal on my team and she kiss my ring
Every I tell her to, "Nigga, who the hell is you?"

I'ma king with a hell of a slang
Pimpin and pampering women with a of a game
I'm tellin ya man, I'm making some change
So getcha mind right hoe, stay the hell outta my hoe

Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a
And I'ma red hot undercover
Now, getcha mind right, baby, you a
And I'ma red hot undercover

Now, mind