Luyện nghe bài hát Mood Swing

(*talking*)
Ghetto Status go, hey

If any of them was on top, he's the 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 till it hit 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 of hustler
Gun to me and my brother, niggaz adjust the
Combination to the safe, I am the money
You got some money stash it, we coming to grab it
You got a tight B, put it up in a bag kid
Put me in a jacket, I straight jack it
Yeah that Chamillionaire, he got the baddest
Hoes from the left side, to the right 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 won't get no
You gon see the entrance to the bedroom, and see the
And that Ms., disappear
There's a exit in the front, and a in the rear
the closest one near, yeah

Hey niggaz 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 like
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 them 21's, your come and sing along
Big and vogues, spit game to these hoes
addicted, like white things in they nose
The God of the gutter, I my way out
Only to get lost and tossed, in another
Now I'm back in the hole, like ballas and a putter
And I only touch this green, but this white man with a stick
Keeps knocking me, away from shit
I lay in a ditch, and they don't even come get me
They just get me, and keep swanging a stick, damn