Luyện nghe bài hát It's Alright

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

I know it's all my fault, my mind been
I'm always on the chase, on my face when 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 mama, tell her how it hurts

Tell her I'm a dog but say that's all
I came in first at the players' ball
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 like you
I put the down, the way it's suppose to be
Don't be a ass bitch, just get open with me

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

There's a very thin line between love and
And there's a very line between a fuck and a date
Girl, you when 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 game your mama you
Bitch that shit faze me
Say bitch, I'm Pimp C, I shall be again
But all that shit your 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 of everything I spend
You talking week rent, I'm to whip a Benz
Flipping the club with like Too $hort, baby lady friends

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

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

Baby, you're hangin' on a rope, it's crucial like dope
I cope, I guess the situation has lost all hope
'Cause you've obviously flipped your lid but 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
love affair went ballistic
Puttin' them ass hoes up in my mix like Bisquick
And thinkin' you leave Big Bun juiced like mystic

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

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

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

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

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

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 at Jive to quit trippin'