Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Talk About It - Clipse

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I'm gettin' in the groove now, so I'm like, it my own shit now
Alright, the drummer have some, y'all?
the drummer have some more?
Said the drummer ain't had none, in a time
on, drummer!

[Beat

[Jermaine (Pharrell Williams)]
Uh huh, oh
Damn baby,
How you get all that in jeans?
that, you hear this?
Its that Trak
Clipse, (get down!) So So Def

1 - Terrar of Clipse, (Pharrell Williams)]
Question, ask any
Rap or a hustler, who rocks is (The rapper!)
Naw, dog, go figure, with the V12, I make that straight
I flood the block, I hug the
I have a whole neighborhood that a thug to stop (Stop!)
Cause I show 'em what Waco see, hit the district then visit to Jac-o-b
I like my diamonds colored, watch it (me too)
off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha)
I'm too much, got out for me
Bring 'em home, give 'em they of balcony
She said "We can more fun", I said "How can we?"
she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!)
All sexin', just think, this all came from one question

[Chorus - Dupri]
You got a big ass bell? see you jingle it baby
You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you it baby

Wanna talk about cars? Lets about it
Wanna talk about houses? Lets about it
Wanna about jeweles? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about Then talk without it
Wanna about chicks? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about hits? talk about it
Wanna talk about cris? talk about it
But when you talk about cash, without it

[Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri (First two overlap the last two lines of the chorus)]
Uh huh, oh
Yo, yo

Now as the rotates, and my chrome gets bigger,
More and girls wanna fuck this nigga
Its for a chick not to stick around
When I come through town, layin my dick
They can tell a true playa by the clothes I wear
that I spit, and the length of my hair
The I come, the more I cum, get it?
What you see now, I been did it
Every girl around, I been hit it
Cars been kited, since I was
And yes, I'm still spendin' Kris Kross creme
Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy tell big boy time (look out)
Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll niggas can't can't me
Matter of fact, I even gotta say no more, OH

[Chorus - Dupri]

- Pharrell Williams (Jermaine Dupri)]
Na na, (Oh) na na na na na na (Come on girl)
Na na na na na na (Oh) Na na na na na na na (Come on girl)
Na na na na na na (oh) Na na na na na na (Come on girl)
Na na na na na na (oh, I want you to your waist for the whistle)
Na na na na na na (Come on girl)

[Verse 3 - Malice of
It ain't too many things that exceed my
Speedboat, floor, let you see underneath
But that though, I'm just showing off
As I do in the Porshe with the top lost
I ain't change the game hash, you know the as,
in my wrist, like shattered stain glass
I generate them and Grant's
Each ear look like a halogen
I'm high beamin, at the time leanin',
In the butter soft seat that a street thug scheming'
'for we compare paper, get your up
I need more points than that, you play with me, Jacob
You see me on my back, you see me
I'm every color of the spectrum, ROY G. BIV
Look dog, get a of how daddy ball
Wanna talk about cash? I done said it all

- Jermaine Dupri]

[Hook - Pharrell (Jermaine Dupri) (w/ minor variation)]

- Jermaine Dupri]