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 you've been for so long
You should be wrong

I know 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 'cause I've been fuckin' up
home smelling like her, I can't fuck it up
Call mama, tell her how it hurts

Tell her I'm a dog but don't say all
I in first place 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 never find a real one you
But I never take the 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 they feel us

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga me, shit's thick, love's lost
Nothing's but confusion about the pain
You losing about the same, you tame a wild animal
Feeding lettuce to a cannibal, a grown man wear Garanibals

And I can't bullshit that's unnecessary
You can't handle being with a G, I guess scary
It's the very thing that put us together us
Player hated us, and things will be the way it was
I hate to say it 'cause, but find another to cry on
gettin' your lie on, baby, it's alright

I wanna dedicate this to my bitch
tripping and bring your 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 what I'm talking about?
I'm to see some papers, some dead ones

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

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