Luyện nghe bài hát Gitcha Mind Right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga in ya booty gettin nigga
If you ever take a trip upstate
I don't wanna see them niggaz in the
His gal head was good but her was shitty

right nigga, I flipped ya bitch
She a freak, every hoe take a dick
Sent her on a mission, go hit lick
Ya dick is so weak and my is so slick

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

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

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

Me and Mike Moe got a wall full of plaques
Ten car garage and all full of 'Llacs
Front to the back, to the fleet
miss me bitch, keep a ear to the street

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

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

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

Now, mind