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, Could the drummer some, y'all?
Could the drummer some more?
Said the drummer had none, in a long time
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 is bigger? (The rapper!)
Naw, dog, go figure, with the V12, I make straight 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 visit to
I like my diamonds colored, it smothered (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 choice of balcony
She said "We can have fun", I said "How can we?"
Then she 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? 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 about houses? talk about it
Wanna talk jeweles? Lets talk about it
talk about money? Then talk without it
Wanna talk chicks? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about hits? Lets talk it
Wanna talk about cris? Lets about it
But you talk about cash, talk without it

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

Now as the game rotates, and my chrome bigger,
More and more girls fuck this nigga
Its hard for a chick not to around
When I come through town, layin my dick
can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear
Game I spit, and the length of my hair
The more I come, the I cum, get it?
you see now, I been done did it
Every girl around, I been hit it
Cars been kited, 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 I got the recipe, so you know ya'll niggas can't can't with 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 move your 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, floor, let you see underneath
But nevermind that though, I'm showing off
As I do in the Porshe with the top lost
I change the game hash, you know the name as,
in my wrist, like shattered stain glass
I generate Franklin's and Grant's
Each ear look a halogen lamp
I'm beamin, at the same time leanin',
In the soft seat that keep a street thug scheming'
'for we compare paper, get your up
I need more points that, don't you play with me, Jacob
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
talk about cash? Well I done said it all

[Chorus - Dupri]

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

- Jermaine Dupri]