Luyện nghe bài hát Mood Swing

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

If any of them was on top, the throne there's a new king
So what you doing, I'm having a mood swing
Your lip gon get stiffed, get my better move swing
My fist it hit your lip, and it's blue as a mood ring
That's just for assuming, Chamillion throw the up
Or standing over you saying, that famous cool by Chris
Tough luck, I'm the definition of
Gun to me and my brother, make niggaz the
Combination to the safe, I am the money
You got some money stash it, cause we coming to it
You got a B, better put it up in a bag kid
Put me in a straight jacket, I jack it
Yeah that nigga Chamillionaire, he got the
Hoes from the side, to the right side of the atlas
get in the palace, and see how big the pad is
Make wish, Ms. click your heels like Alice
And if I do let you in, you get no cabbage
You gon see the entrance to the bedroom, and see the
And that Ms., disappear
There's a exit in the front, and a exit in the
Pick the closest one near,

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