Luyện nghe bài hát I Mean That There

Mix tape

Yeah uh-huh, Chamillitary mayn, mayn
And I mean that there, and I that there
And I that there, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, and I that there
And I mean that there, and I that there yeah-yeah

Not a I'm filled with anger, to the industry I'm a danger
make friends with dick suckers, said they tell you that I'm a stranger
Kick dirt on my name, but really how can I blame you
I'm the next to blow, so they put me on punishment for bad

They I should, off went major, but I'm a procrastinator
I get the job done playa, but I'm now ask me later
with a calculator, my lawyer get a grand retainer
Why 'cause I'm a better business man, than average hater

But now I ask a favor, don't talk to me like I'm stupid
Got no love for you haters, so that message to cupid
Give a out to Who Kid, why give a shout out to Who Kid
'Cause I'm wearing something, that match the of a G-Unit shoe kid

that, a nine stupid, you do the math why
I tried to be nice to the dyke, but that was my try
And it seems the industry, is infatuated with the bad guy
I'm spitting and pissing on gimmick niggaz, when pass by

Get mad I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, this is the result
Did a thousand independent, now I move CD's in bulk
Check on Chamillionaire.com, my fan is a cult

I'm that nigga spot you, see you in the streets and box you
You like you a problem, I bet I do something 'bout you
Run the South it come to making mix tapes, I'm a monster
Napster crashed, but I wanna a special shout out to Kazaa

Long as Lil' Jon, and keep making beats
Chamillionaire gon' be a ghetto millionaire, in streets
I speak my mind, so acting so sentimental
You soft, if you go to jail get used for a prison pillow

You scared, shooting slugs the bushes and not a brick
Like a bush is gon' protect you, you know who you dealing
hideous mood, and I pity the fool
If I in, I bet every sissy in the city'd move

Ain't got to walk a city for food, like Diddy did
If you hungry for drama, I'll see that my Semi get
Give me the I'm from Texas, but I ain't no damn bammer
Mess with Killa Mike, Ron that Quo down in Atlanta

Lil' Flip and my man Banner, come here and get man
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron C fix your damn
If you we all right thur, and speaking with bad grammar
I know Bun B, Lil' O and S.U.C. ain't no damn

ain't no damn bammer, Play-N-Skillz ain't no damn bammers
The clip in the hand jammer, to use it for a hammer
Hit you on top of your head, and leave humps a tan camel
Keep a couch a full house, like Dan Tanner

That's of bricks, that's plenty of chips
There's plenty of fine groupies, there's plenty of
Like dominatrix chicks, there's of whips
So you bricks can do a flip, off the end of my

Get off the end of my tip, you a crash test dummy
You album you smile and frown, after the math get funny
I'm getting all my publishing, never had kept from me
I'm buying Color Changin' vehicles, with my ass cap

Promises that they gave you, you feel like you major
Navigator and two-way pager, gave you then made you
Go lie about how they paid you, and will play you
You's a go get a refund, I think that they played you

You album was whack huh, still on the rack huh
man hopped in your vehicle, they took it back huh
You go get a dagger, hop in a cab huh
You looking for a A and R or CEO, you can huh

Did a hundred independent, ain't really nothing to prove
I make a million disappear, quicker than with jewels
See the industry wouldn't listen, so I being a humble guy
Now I'm the get it, if you ready to royal rumble guy

And I that there, and I mean that there
And I mean that there
you out the game