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 have some,
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 in them jeans?
that, you hear this?
Its that Star
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 straight killa
I flood the block, I hug the
I have a whole neighborhood that a thug to stop (Stop!)
Cause I show 'em what see, then hit the district then visit to Jac-o-b
I like my diamonds colored, 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
'em home, give 'em they 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', just think, this all came one question

[Chorus - Dupri]
You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it
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
talk about money? Then talk without it
Wanna talk about chicks? Lets about it
Wanna about hits? Lets talk about it
Wanna about cris? Lets talk about it
But when you talk about cash, talk it

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

Now as the game rotates, and my gets bigger,
More and more girls wanna this nigga
Its hard for a chick not to around
When I through town, layin my dick down
They can tell a true by the clothes that I wear
that 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 done hit it
Cars been kited, since I was
And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kris Kross
Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy watch big boy time (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 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 your waist for the whistle)
Na na na na na na (Come on girl)

3 - Malice of Clipse]
It ain't too things that exceed my reach
Speedboat, floor, let you see underneath
But nevermind though, I'm just showing off
As I do in the Porshe with the top lost
I ain't the game hash, you know the name as,
in my wrist, like shattered stain glass
I generate them and Grant's
ear look like a halogen lamp
I'm beamin, at the same time leanin',
In the butter soft seat that keep a street thug
we compare paper, get your weight 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
dog, get a load of how daddy ball
Wanna talk about Well I done said it all

[Chorus - Dupri]

- Pharrell Williams (Jermaine Dupri) (w/ minor variation)]

[Chorus - Dupri]