Luyện nghe bài hát I Know Ya Mad

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

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

[Verse 1 -
You know I'm a milli (that's right), reppin my city (that's right)
Life is a gamble, I told my city just give me them dice, been scrilli
Back in your city "give me that twice"
gettin cake and I know they hate I won't 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
Yeah the car right behind me was way too much but I it (to make ya mad)
I-I-I know ya mad, one of my whips is bad
Like Cam and Dash told Bill - ya mad
How you get mad? You see me grindin and holdin
You think I slept ya mama and went and told ya dad
I-I-I know ya mad, why you mad at night
All you do is gossip, so I'm the reason you a life
You can't compete my fleet, so go pick a better fight
Got so many cars, I couldn't 'em all with a satellite (hey!)
You see them pokin, you see my trunk is open
Versace locin, hopin that I'm end up broke and
I really hope you jokin, what type of you smokin
You text message in to show emotion (ha)

[Chorus - w/ ad

2 - Bun B]
It a playa to know a playa, so let me greet ya
Welcome to "The Land Of The Trill", I'm to meet ya
Bun Beeder the O.G. and not in the makin (makin)
You see this dough that I be takin and the broads' I'm breakin (breakin)
We be bringin the bacon, ain't no fakin over here though (here though)
Get mine in 2009 dressin like a weirdo (weirdo)
It's off in these streets but I don't never show no fear though
And still "UGK 4 Life", in case it wasn't clear bro
when you got nothin, nobody really cares
Like you don't even exist (huh), it's you was never there (fo' real)
But as you get some bread, they lookin at you sideways
Askin 'bout a shortcut and if you got some plays
'em "naw, it's hard work" (what?), they swear you lyin
And then you got to the case, pleadin and denyin
Man you ain't got to explain yourself, tell 'em playa, show 'em (show 'em)
keep it movin G and act like you don't even know 'em
That's up

[Chorus - w/ ad

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

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