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

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

[Beat

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

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

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

Wanna talk about cars? Lets talk it
Wanna talk houses? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about jeweles? Lets about it
Wanna talk about money? talk without it
talk about chicks? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about hits? Lets talk it
Wanna talk about cris? Lets talk 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 fuck this
Its for a chick not to stick around
When I come town, layin my dick down
They can tell a true playa by the that I wear
Game that I spit, and the of my hair
The I come, the more I cum, get it?
you see now, I been done did it
Every girl around, I been hit it
Cars kited, since I was sixteen
And yes, I'm still that Kris Kross creme
Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy watch big boy time (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

- Jermaine Dupri]

[Hook - 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 move your 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, glass floor, let you see
But nevermind that though, I'm showing off
As I do in the Porshe with the top lost
I ain't change the game hash, you know the as,
Malice in my wrist, like stain glass
I them Franklin's and Grant's
Each ear look like a lamp
I'm high beamin, at the same leanin',
In the butter soft seat keep a street thug scheming'
'for we paper, get your weight up
I more points than that, don't you play with me, Jacob
You see me on my back, you see me
I'm every of the spectrum, like ROY G. BIV
Look dog, get a load of how ball
Wanna talk about cash? Well I said it all

- Jermaine Dupri]

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

[Chorus - Jermaine