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 for so long
You never be wrong

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

Tell her I'm a dog but don't say all
I came in place at the players' ball
And now I got my on my new grill on
Put you through some shit,
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 down, the way it's suppose to be
Don't be a punk ass bitch, just get with me

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

a very thin line between love and hate
And there's a very thin line between a and a date
Girl, you know I was hollering at you I want to hit
I got time to get caught up over a girl and lose my grip

I'm screaming, "Steady pimp", you trying a change me
Running that your 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 'cause I pimp my pen, you you moving in
I'ma trick, I'ma let you have half of everything I spend
You talking week rent, I'm to whip a Benz
Flipping the club pimps like Too $hort, baby lady friends

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

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

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

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

Nigga believe me, thick, love's lost
gained but confusion about the pain
You losing about the same, you can't tame a wild
Feeding lettuce to a cannibal, a grown man wear Garanibals

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

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

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

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

Pimping dead, they just scared
You know what I'm talking about? What's up
no love, bitch
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Beeotch, tell them motherfuckers at Jive to trippin'