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 been for so long
You should never be

I know all my fault, my mind been gone
I'm always on the chase, lipstick on my when I get home
You gotta get on my 'cause I've been 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 place at the ball
And now I got my skill on my new on
Put you through some shit,
But I know you're real

You say I never a real one like you
But I take the time to feel like you
I put the game down, the way suppose to be
Don't be a punk ass bitch, just get with me

'Cause I'm a player
Ayo Pimp C, I don't think 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 know when I was hollering at you I to hit
I ain't got time to get caught up over a and lose my grip

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

Just 'cause I pimp my pen, you 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 like Too $hort, baby lady friends

'bout your sister saw me with a brand new bitch at the club
Coming at me with school shit, bitch, you must 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 that's alright

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

Baby, hangin' on a rope, it's getting crucial like dope
I can't cope, I the situation has lost all hope
'Cause you've obviously flipped 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
Bun won't be another statistic
This love affair ballistic
them messy ass hoes up in my mix like Bisquick
And thinkin' you gonna Big Bun juiced like mystic

Nigga me, shit's thick, love's lost
gained but confusion about the pain
You losing about the same, you tame a wild animal
Feeding to a cannibal, make a grown man wear Garanibals

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

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

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

Some real shit going on, you know 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 dick

Pimping ain't dead, they 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 trippin'