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 drift move swing
My till 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
luck, I'm the definition of hustler
Gun to me and my brother, niggaz adjust the
to the safe, I am the money magnet
You got money 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 to the bedroom, and see the mattress
And that Ms., disappear
There's a exit in the front, and a exit in the
Pick the closest one near,

Hey niggaz shots at Rasaq, and hope I respond
You little peons, don't make me
get peed on, or get my N-U-T on
The top of your lips, like a dunk from Keyon
You best just be gone, cause when I pop the
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, inch deon's
And them 21's, honey come and sing along
Big swangas and vogues, spit game to hoes
They addicted, like white things in 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 wanna touch this green, but white man with a stick
Keeps me, away from that shit
Till I lay in a ditch, and they don't even get me
They just get another me, and keep swanging a stick,