Luyện nghe bài hát Mood Swing

(*talking*)
Ghetto Status go, hey

If any of was on top, he's the throne there's a new king
So watch what you doing, I'm a mood swing
Your lip gon get stiffed, get my drift move swing
My fist till it hit lip, and it's blue as a mood ring
just for assuming, Chamillion can't throw the up
Or over you saying, that famous cool by Chris Tucker
luck, I'm the definition of hustler
Gun to me and my brother, niggaz adjust the
Combination to the safe, I am the magnet
You got some money stash it, we coming to grab it
You got a B, better put it up in a bag kid
Put me in a straight jacket, I straight it
that nigga Chamillionaire, he got the baddest
Hoes from the 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 like Alice
And if I do let you in, you won't get no
You gon see the entrance to the bedroom, and see the
And after that Ms.,
There's a exit in the front, and a exit in the
Pick the one near, yeah

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