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

her I'm a dog but don't say that's all
I in first place at the players' ball
And now I got my skill on my new on
Put you through some shit,
But I know real strong

You say I never 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, get open with me

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

There's a very thin line love and hate
And there's a very thin between a fuck and a date
Girl, you know when I was 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 steady trying a me
Running that your mama taught you
Bitch that shit don't me
Say bitch, I'm Pimp C, I shall be seen
But all that shit your cousin 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 week rent, I'm to whip a Benz
Flipping the with pimps 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
Age, new faze, I done paid the price
Hoping you 'bout to rip my stable, she said I'm shift
But bitch alright

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

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

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

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

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

I wanna dedicate song to my bitch
Quit 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 know what I'm about?
I'm trying to see some papers, some dead

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