Luyện nghe bài hát It's Alright

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

I know it's all my fault, my mind gone
I'm always on the chase, lipstick on my when I get home
You gotta get on my case 'cause been fuckin' up
Coming home smelling her, I can't fuck it up
Call your mama, 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 real strong

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 it's to be
Don't be a punk ass bitch, just get open me

'Cause I'm a player
Ayo Pimp C, I think they feel us

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

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

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

Talking 'bout your sister saw me with a new bitch at the club
at me with high school shit, bitch, you must be in love
Space Age, new faze, I done the price
Hoping you ain't 'bout to rip my stable, she said I'm
But bitch alright

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

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

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

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

And I handle bullshit that's unnecessary
You can't handle being with a G, I it's scary
It's the very thing that put us 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 dedicate this song to my bitch
tripping and bring your ass home, baby, I love you
All as you got my money

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

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

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