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 never be wrong

I know it's all my fault, my been gone
I'm always on the chase, lipstick on my when I get home
You gotta get on my case 'cause been fuckin' up
Coming home like her, I can't fuck it up
Call your mama, her how it hurts

her I'm a dog but don't 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 shit, girl
But I know you're strong

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

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

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

I'm screaming, "Steady pimp", you steady a change me
Running that game your taught you
Bitch that don't faze me
Say bitch, I'm Pimp C, I be seen 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, I'ma let you have half of everything I
You talking week rent, I'm trying to whip a
Flipping the club with pimps like Too $hort, baby lady

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 ass pussy
You what I'm saying? Straight up
What's up $hort? Shit go to Pimpology man
These hoe know it's alright
And if they don't Bun let them know

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

Or an ass kid shit, you got me twisted
Bun won't be another statistic
This affair went ballistic
Puttin' them messy ass hoes up in my mix 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 lettuce to a cannibal, make a grown man wear

And I can't handle bullshit unnecessary
You handle being with a G, I guess it's scary
the very thing that put us together separated us
Player hated us, and things will 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 wanna dedicate song 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 what I'm sayin'? up pimpin'
You know what I'm talking
I'm trying to see some papers, 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

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