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 down for so
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 like her, I fuck it up
Call your mama, 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 skill on my new on
Put you some shit, girl
But I know real strong

You say I never find a 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 punk ass bitch, just get with me

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baby, you're hangin' on a rope, it's getting like dope
I can't cope, I guess the situation has 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
Little Bun won't be another
This love went ballistic
Puttin' messy ass hoes up in my mix like Bisquick
And thinkin' you gonna leave Big Bun juiced mystic

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

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

I wanna dedicate song to my bitch
Quit and bring your ass home, baby, I love you
All as you got my money

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

Some real shit 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 on your dick

Pimping dead, they just scared
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'