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 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 jeans?
that, you hear this?
Its that 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 that seen a thug to stop (Stop!)
Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district then to Jac-o-b
I my diamonds 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, 'em they choice of balcony
She said "We can have more fun", I "How can we?"
she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!)
All night sexin', just think, this all from one question

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

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

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

Now as the game rotates, and my chrome bigger,
More and more girls wanna this nigga
Its for a chick not to stick around
When I come town, layin my dick down
They can tell a true playa by the clothes I wear
Game I spit, and the length of my hair
The more I come, the I cum, get it?
What you see now, I done did it
Every girl around, I been hit it
Cars been kited, since I was
And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kross creme
Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy watch tell big boy (look out)
Everybody I got the recipe, so you know ya'll niggas can't can't with me
Matter of fact, I don't even 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 you to move your waist for the whistle)
Na na na na na na (Come on girl)

3 - Malice of Clipse]
It ain't too many that exceed my reach
Speedboat, glass floor, let you see
But nevermind that though, I'm just off
As I do in the Porshe with the top lost
I ain't change the game hash, you the name as,
in my wrist, like shattered 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 thug
'for we compare paper, get your up
I need more points than that, don't you play with me,
You see me on my back, you see me
I'm color of the spectrum, like ROY G. BIV
Look dog, get a load of how ball
Wanna about cash? Well I done said it all

[Chorus - Jermaine

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

- Jermaine Dupri]