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 have some,
Could the drummer have more?
Said the drummer ain't had none, in a long
on, drummer!

[Beat

[Jermaine (Pharrell Williams)]
Uh huh, oh
Damn baby,
How you get all that in jeans?
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 is bigger? (The rapper!)
Naw, dog, go figure, with the V12, I make that straight
I flood the block, I hug the
I have a whole neighborhood seen a thug to stop (Stop!)
I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district then visit to Jac-o-b
I like my diamonds colored, watch it (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 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 from one

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

Wanna talk about cars? Lets talk it
Wanna talk about Lets talk about it
talk about jeweles? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about money? Then without it
talk about chicks? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk hits? Lets talk about it
Wanna talk about cris? Lets talk it
But when you about 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 game rotates, and my chrome bigger,
More and more girls fuck this nigga
Its for a chick not to stick around
When I through town, layin my dick down
They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I
Game that I spit, and the length of my
The more I come, the I cum, get it?
you see now, I been done did it
Every girl around, I done hit it
Cars been kited, I was sixteen
And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kris Kross
Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy tell big boy time (look out)
Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know niggas can't can't with me
Matter of fact, I don't even say no more, OH

[Chorus - Dupri]

[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 my reach
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, shattered stain glass
I generate them and Grant's
Each ear 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 weight up
I need more points than that, don't you 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 of how daddy ball
Wanna talk about cash? Well I done it all

- Jermaine Dupri]

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

[Chorus - Dupri]