Luyện nghe bài hát Mood Swing

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

If any of them was on top, he's the there's a new king
So watch what you doing, I'm having a mood
Your lip gon get stiffed, get my drift move swing
My fist till it hit your lip, and it's as a mood ring
That's for assuming, Chamillion can't throw the up
Or standing over you saying, that famous cool by Chris
luck, I'm the definition of hustler
Gun to me and my brother, make adjust the
to the safe, I am the money magnet
You got some money stash it, cause we to grab it
You got a tight B, put it up in a bag kid
Put me in a straight jacket, I straight it
Yeah that nigga Chamillionaire, he got the
Hoes from the left side, to the side of the atlas
get in the palace, and see how big the pad is
Make another wish, Ms. click heels like Alice
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 Ms., disappear
a exit in the front, and a exit in the rear
Pick the one near, yeah

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