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 love
But been down for so long
You should be wrong

I know it's all my fault, my mind gone
I'm on the chase, lipstick on my face when I get home
You gotta get on my case I've been fuckin' up
Coming home smelling like her, I fuck it up
Call your mama, tell her how it

Tell her I'm a dog but say that's all
I came in first place at the ball
And now I got my on my new grill on
Put you some shit, girl
But I know you're real

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

'Cause I'm a player
Ayo Pimp C, I don't think they us

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

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

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

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

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

Baby, you're hangin' on a rope, it's getting like dope
I can't cope, I guess the situation has lost all
'Cause 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
This affair went ballistic
Puttin' messy ass hoes up in my mix like Bisquick
And you gonna leave Big Bun juiced like mystic

Nigga me, shit's thick, love's lost
Nothing's gained but confusion 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 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 another shoulder to cry on
gettin' your lie on, baby, it's alright

I wanna this song to my bitch
Quit tripping and your ass home, baby, I love you
All 'long as you got my

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

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

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