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 you doing, I'm having a mood swing
Your lip gon get stiffed, get my drift better move
My fist till it hit your lip, and it's as a mood ring
just for assuming, Chamillion can't throw the up
Or standing over you saying, that 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 money stash it, cause we coming to it
You got a tight B, put it up in a bag kid
Put me in a straight jacket, I jack it
Yeah 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 Ms., disappear
There's a exit in the front, and a in the rear
the closest one near, yeah

Hey niggaz taking at Rasaq, and hope I respond
You peons, don't make me yawn
Don't get on, or get my N-U-T on
The top of your lips, like a dunk coming Keyon
You best just be gone, when I pop the neons
In the trunk, I'm prime-time Deon
Get off my ding-dong, little cling on
My balls and bounce back and fourth, like it's ping
I set the V on, twenty inch
And them 21's, honey come and sing 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 golf and a putter
And I wanna touch this green, but this white man with a stick
Keeps knocking me, away that shit
I lay in a ditch, and they don't even come get me
They just get me, and keep swanging a stick, damn