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, givin it my own now
Alright, the drummer have some, y'all?
Could the drummer have some
the drummer ain't had none, in a long time
on, drummer!

[Beat

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

[Verse 1 - 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 killa
I the block, I hug the glock
I have a whole neighborhood seen a thug to stop (Stop!)
Cause I show 'em what see, then hit the district then visit to Jac-o-b
I like my colored, watch it smothered (me too)
Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man it (hahaha)
I'm too much, got out for me
Bring 'em home, give 'em choice of balcony
She said "We can more fun", I said "How can we?"
Then she brought her in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!)
All night sexin', just think, this all came one question

- Jermaine Dupri]
You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it
You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it

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

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

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

[Chorus - Jermaine

[Hook - Pharrell (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)

3 - Malice of Clipse]
It ain't too many things that exceed my
Speedboat, glass floor, let you see
But nevermind that though, I'm just off
As I do in the Porshe show the top lost
I ain't the game hash, you know the name as,
Malice in my wrist, like stain glass
I them Franklin's and Grant's
ear look like a halogen lamp
I'm high beamin, at the same leanin',
In the butter soft seat that keep a street scheming'
'for we paper, get your weight up
I need more than that, don't you play with me, Jacob
You see me on my back, you see me
I'm every color of the spectrum, ROY G. BIV
dog, get a load of how daddy ball
Wanna talk about cash? I done said it all

[Chorus - Dupri]

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

- Jermaine Dupri]