Luyện nghe bài hát It's Alright

I things about you
(It's alright)
You got it on
I'm not in love and this is not a song
But been down for so long
You should be wrong

I it's all my fault, my mind been gone
I'm always on the chase, on my face when I get home
You gotta get on my case I've been fuckin' up
home smelling like her, I can't fuck it up
Call mama, tell her how it hurts

her I'm a dog but don't say that's all
I came in first place at the players'
And now I got my on my new grill on
Put you through shit, girl
But I know you're real

You say I find a real one like you
But I never take the time to feel you
I put the game down, the way suppose to be
be a punk ass bitch, just get open with me

'Cause I'm a real
Ayo Pimp C, I don't they feel us

There's a very line between love and hate
And there's a thin line between a fuck and a date
Girl, you know when I was hollering at you I to hit
I ain't got to get caught up over a girl and lose my grip

I'm screaming, "Steady pimp", you steady a change me
Running game your mama taught you
that shit don't faze me
Say bitch, I'm Pimp C, I shall be seen
But all that your cousin told you has gone in the wind

Just 'cause I my pen, you think you moving in
Like trick, I'ma let you have half of everything I spend
You talking rent, I'm trying to whip a Benz
Flipping the club pimps like Too $hort, baby lady friends

Talking 'bout your sister saw me with a brand new at the club
Coming at me with high school shit, bitch, you must be in
Space Age, new faze, I done the price
Hoping you 'bout to rip my stable, she said I'm shift
But that's alright

You can keep your funky ass
You know I'm saying? Straight up
What's up $hort? Shit go back to man
hoe know it's alright though
And if they don't Bun will let them

Baby, you're hangin' on a rope, it's getting like dope
I can't cope, I the situation has lost all hope
'Cause you've flipped your lid but what's done is did
I'm putting you up for for the highest bid

Or an ass kid shit, you got me twisted
Bun won't be another statistic
This affair went ballistic
Puttin' them messy ass hoes up in my mix Bisquick
And thinkin' you gonna leave Big Bun like mystic

Nigga believe me, shit's thick, love's
Nothing's but confusion about the pain
You losing about the same, you can't a wild animal
Feeding lettuce to a cannibal, make a man wear Garanibals

And I can't handle bullshit that's
You can't handle being a G, I guess it's scary
the very thing that put us together separated us
Player us, and things will never be the way it was
I hate to say it 'cause, but find shoulder to cry on
gettin' your lie on, baby, it's alright

I wanna dedicate this song to my
Quit tripping and bring your ass home, baby, I you
All as you got my money

You know what I'm
It's 199 reits, know I'm sayin'? Straight up pimpin'
You know what I'm talking
I'm trying to see some papers, some dead

real shit going on, you know what I'm saying?
This is Big Bun and I'm out with my
$hort and my Pimp C
You know how is with bitches on your dick

ain't dead, they just scared
You know what I'm about? What's up $hort?
no love, bitch
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Beeotch, tell them motherfuckers at Jive to quit