Luyện nghe bài hát Mood Swing

(*talking*)
Ghetto let's go, hey

If any of them was on top, he's the throne a new king
So watch what you doing, I'm having a swing
Your lip gon get stiffed, get my drift better move
My fist it hit your lip, and it's blue as a mood ring
That's just for assuming, can't throw the up
Or standing over you saying, famous cool by Chris Tucker
luck, I'm the definition of hustler
Gun to me and my brother, make adjust the
Combination to the safe, I am the magnet
You got money stash it, cause we coming to grab it
You got a B, better put it up in a bag kid
Put me in a jacket, I straight jack it
Yeah nigga Chamillionaire, he got the baddest
Hoes from the left side, to the right of the atlas
get in the palace, and see how big the pad is
Make another wish, Ms. click your heels like
And if I do let you in, you won't get no
You gon see the to the bedroom, and see the mattress
And after that Ms.,
a exit in the front, and a exit in the rear
Pick the closest one near,

Hey niggaz shots at Rasaq, and hope I respond
You little peons, don't make me
Don't get on, or get my N-U-T on
The top of your lips, like a dunk from Keyon
You best just be gone, cause when I pop the
In the trunk, I'm like Deon
Get off my ding-dong, little cling on
My balls and bounce and fourth, like it's ping pong
I set the V on, twenty inch
And them 21's, your honey come and along
Big swangas and vogues, spit game to these
They addicted, like white in they nose
The God of the gutter, I my way out
to get lost and tossed, back in another
Now I'm back in the hole, like ballas and a putter
And I only wanna this green, but this white man with a stick
Keeps me, away from that shit
Till I lay in a ditch, and they don't even get me
They get another me, and keep swanging a stick, damn