Luyện nghe bài hát I Know Ya Mad

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

[Chorus - - w/ ad libs]
I know ya mad, know ya mad
I-I-I ya mad, I know ya mad
I ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad, I ya mad
I know ya mad 'cause you hate I'm not doin bad
I'm feelin great and I know they wanna hate
'Cause they to see me eatin shrimp and steak
I know ya mad
I'm a demonstrate, how to deal with all the
While I'm reppin for my 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 my city just give me them dice, been gettin scrilli
Back in your like "give me that twice"
Stay gettin cake and I 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
them Barack Obamas, stuff 'em up in my wallet
Yeah the car 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
Like Cam and Dash told Bill - ya mad
How you get mad? You see me grindin and holdin
You think I slept with ya mama and and told ya dad
I-I-I know ya mad, that's why you mad at
All you do is gossip, so I'm the reason you a life
You can't compete with my fleet, so go 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 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 a playa to know a playa, so let me greet ya
to "The Land Of The Trill", I'm happy to meet ya
Bun Beeder the trill O.G. and not in the (makin)
You see this dough that I be and the broads' that I'm breakin (breakin)
We be bringin home the bacon, ain't no fakin over here (here though)
Get mine in 2009 dressin like a weirdo (weirdo)
It's real off in these but I don't never show no fear though
And it's still "UGK 4 Life", in it wasn't clear bro
Funny when you got nothin, nobody really
Like you don't exist (huh), it's like you was never there (fo' real)
But soon as you get some bread, lookin at you sideways
Askin 'bout a shortcut and if you got some plays
Tell 'em "naw, it's work" (what?), they swear you lyin
And you got to start the case, pleadin and denyin
Man you ain't got to yourself, don't tell 'em playa, show 'em (show 'em)
Then keep it movin G and act like you don't even 'em
That's up

[Chorus - w/ ad

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

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