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 have some
Said the drummer ain't had none, in a time
on, drummer!

[Beat

Dupri (Pharrell Williams)]
Uh huh, oh
Damn baby,
How you get all in them jeans?
that, you hear this?
Its Star Trak
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, the V12, I make that straight killa
I the block, I hug the glock
I have a whole neighborhood that seen a to stop (Stop!)
Cause I show 'em what Waco see, 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 said "We can more 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 from one question

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

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

Now as the rotates, and my chrome gets bigger,
and more girls wanna 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 I wear
Game that I spit, and the of my hair
The I come, the more I cum, get it?
What you see now, I been did it
Every around, I been done hit it
Cars kited, since I was sixteen
And yes, I'm still spendin' Kris Kross creme
Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy tell big boy time (look out)
Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll can't can't with me
of fact, I don't even gotta say no more, OH

[Chorus - Jermaine

- 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, glass floor, let you see
But nevermind though, I'm just showing 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, like stain glass
I them Franklin's and Grant's
Each ear look like a halogen
I'm high beamin, at the same leanin',
In the butter soft that keep a street thug scheming'
'for we paper, get your weight up
I need more points than that, you play with me, Jacob
You see me on my back, you see me
I'm every color of the spectrum, ROY G. BIV
Look dog, get a load of how daddy
Wanna talk about cash? I done said it all

[Chorus - Jermaine

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

[Chorus - Dupri]