Luyện nghe bài hát Gitcha Mind Right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, mind