Luyện nghe bài hát I Know Ya Mad

[Intro - 6 Mafia - talking]
Yes sir (yes sir)
(Chamillitary mayne)
Bun B (Bun B)
It's down (it's goin down, I know ya mad)
Yes sir
Hypnotize Minds production (I ya mad, I know ya mad)

- Chamillionaire - w/ ad libs]
I know ya mad, know ya mad
know ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad, I ya mad
I know ya mad, I ya mad
I know ya mad 'cause you hate that I'm not bad
Yeah I'm feelin great and I know they hate
they hate to see me eatin shrimp and steak
Yeah I ya mad
I'm a demonstrate, how to deal all the hate
I'm reppin for my city and my state
I-I-I ya mad

1 - Chamillionaire]
You know I'm chasin a milli (that's right), my city (that's right)
Life is a gamble, I told my just give me them dice, been gettin scrilli
Back in your city like "give me twice"
Stay gettin cake and I know they hate I give 'em a slice
Up in the mornin, got them callin
I'm a hustler-holic, me up and I'm on it
Stack them Obamas, stuff 'em up in my wallet
the car right behind me was way too much but I bought it (to make ya mad)
I-I-I ya mad, every one of my whips is bad
Cam and Dash told Bill O'Reilly - ya mad
How you get mad? You see me grindin and holdin
You think I slept ya mama and went and told ya dad
know ya mad, that's why you mad at night
All you do is gossip, so I'm the reason you have a
You can't compete with my fleet, so go pick a fight
Got so cars, I couldn't track 'em all with a satellite (hey!)
You see them swangers pokin, you see my trunk is
locin, hopin that I'm gon' end up broke and
I really hope you jokin, what type of you smokin
You text in exclamations to show emotion (ha)

- w/ ad libs]

2 - Bun B]
It takes a to know a playa, so let me greet ya
to "The Land Of The Trill", I'm happy to meet ya
Bun Beeder the O.G. and not in the makin (makin)
You see this that I be takin and the broads' that I'm breakin (breakin)
We be bringin home the bacon, ain't no fakin over here (here though)
Get in 2009 without dressin like a weirdo (weirdo)
It's real off in these streets but I never show no fear though
And still "UGK 4 Life", in case it wasn't clear bro
Funny when you got nothin, really cares
Like you don't even exist (huh), it's like you was never (fo' real)
But soon as you get some bread, they lookin at you
Askin 'bout a shortcut and if you got some plays
Tell 'em "naw, it's hard work" (what?), they swear you
And then you got to the case, pleadin and denyin
Man you ain't got to yourself, don't tell 'em playa, show 'em (show 'em)
Then keep it G and act like you don't even know 'em
That's up

- w/ ad libs]

[Break - - singing]
So you should me baby (let's go), I'm puttin it down
I get love from ladies, they that I shine (woo!)
I be hustlin daily, I stay mine
So me (let's go) or hate me now

[Verse 3 -
Middle up to the industry, every person I pass is shady
Said I ain't commercial enough, my label still to pay me
Fakers is fallin off (yeah), realness would me
My (Wheels) is of (Fortune), Vanna White should congratulate me
She find out my worth and the pretty woman have to hate me
Flirted with money, did it so well, that it had to me
Police done got later, they see me and had to chase me
Trunk beatin so hard, pedestrians losin balance baby
Pencil's a Desert Eagle, my lead is lethal
No we equal, that's right, I'm hotter than desert people
Wallet's a scary movie, stackin the root of
Come back tomorrow, my bank gon' get a sequel
I-I-I ya mad