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 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 for assuming, Chamillion can't throw the up
Or standing you saying, that famous cool by Chris Tucker
Tough luck, I'm the definition of
Gun to me and my brother, make adjust the
Combination to the safe, I am the money
You got some stash 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
Hoes 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 entrance to the bedroom, and see the
And after that Ms.,
There's a 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, make me yawn
get peed on, or get my N-U-T on
The top of your lips, like a dunk coming Keyon
You best just be gone, cause I pop the neons
In the trunk, I'm prime-time Deon
Get off my ding-dong, little niggaz on
My balls and bounce back and fourth, like it's pong
I set the V on, twenty deon's
And them 21's, your honey come and along
Big and vogues, spit game to these hoes
They addicted, like white things in 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 wanna touch this green, but this white man with a stick
Keeps knocking me, away that shit
Till I lay in a ditch, and they don't even get me
They just get another me, and keep a stick, damn