Luyện nghe bài hát Mood Swing

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

If any of them was on top, he's the throne there's a new
So watch what you doing, I'm a mood swing
lip gon get stiffed, get my drift better move swing
My fist till it hit lip, and it's blue as a mood ring
That's for assuming, Chamillion can't throw the up
Or standing over you saying, that famous cool by Tucker
Tough luck, I'm the definition of
Gun to me and my brother, make adjust the
to the safe, I am the money magnet
You got some money it, cause we coming to grab it
You got a B, better put it up in a bag kid
Put me in a straight jacket, I jack it
Yeah that Chamillionaire, he got the baddest
from the left side, to the right side 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 get no cabbage
You gon see the to the bedroom, and see the mattress
And after that Ms.,
There's a exit in the front, and a in the rear
the closest one near, yeah

Hey niggaz taking shots at Rasaq, and I respond
You peons, don't make me yawn
get peed on, or get my N-U-T on
The top of your lips, a dunk coming from Keyon
You just be gone, cause when I pop the neons
In the trunk, I'm like Deon
Get off my ding-dong, little niggaz on
My and bounce back and fourth, like it's ping pong
I set the V on, twenty deon's
And 21's, your honey come and sing along
Big swangas and vogues, game to these hoes
They addicted, like white things in they
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 golf ballas and a
And I only wanna touch green, but this white man with a stick
knocking me, away from that shit
Till I lay in a ditch, and they even come get me
They just get another me, and swanging a stick, damn