Luyện nghe bài hát Mood Swing

(*talking*)
Ghetto let's go, hey

If any of was on top, he's the throne there's a new king
So watch what you doing, I'm having a mood
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 just for assuming, Chamillion throw the up
Or standing over you saying, that famous by Chris Tucker
luck, I'm the definition of hustler
Gun to me and my brother, make niggaz the
Combination to the safe, I am the magnet
You got some money stash it, cause we to grab 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 the left side, to the right side of the atlas
get in the palace, and see how big the pad is
Make wish, Ms. click your heels like Alice
And if I do let you in, you won't get no
You gon see the to the bedroom, and see the mattress
And after Ms., disappear
There's a exit in the front, and a exit in the
the closest one near, yeah

Hey taking 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 coming 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, niggaz cling on
My balls and bounce back and fourth, like it's pong
I set the V on, inch deon's
And them 21's, your honey and sing along
Big swangas and vogues, spit to these hoes
They addicted, white 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 this green, but this white man with a stick
knocking me, away from that shit
Till I lay in a ditch, and they even come get me
They just get another me, and keep a stick, damn