Luyện nghe bài hát My Tone

[Chorus - Male (background singer)
My
(Tell me do you it)
My southern
(Tell me do you it)
I'm girl
(Tell me do you it), OW!
(Tell me do you it)
jazzy
(Tell me do you it)
I'm so jazzy
(Tell me do you it)
Gettin
(Tell me do you it) OW!
(Tell me do you it), c'mon

1]
Yeah, I'll be damned if I ain't the slick son gun seen
Walkin a swallowed up the pharmacy at Walgreens
Never did I love her, sorry baby it was all
Who you you dealin with?, this Jimmy Mathis' offspring
Forty I was deep on the I was there
knock it out put on my boots and get the hell up out of
You a rapper's rule, in and out before the snare
And as far as parting shots, wash that shit up out your (OH)
Stob block, Cobb block, Dodge Ram, got
six twelves, four amps, sluts, what's hot
I told ya hot shot, you done braggin too hot
Reach inside that tool box, there is when the feud

2]
Papa was a Rolling Stone, but I'm a boulder
And I gotta flex the chain, or hit the mall to show ya
I just hibernate a while and call ya when it's
Don't know where I'm but it's pretty far from sober
Yeah I up in life, but wouldn't start it over
momma said that God said he got a party for ya
And I'm a give ya lord, every beat a I owe ya
It sounds a bit cliche but Bubba a soldier (OW)
you know about balin hay in that South Georgia heat
Very few roads are paved, I do it for the streets
There's a heap a shit to lose, but there's more to keep
If you froggy baby, better look before you leap

3]
Baby it's the tone, got me gettin 'Georgia Dome'
Like Shondon, with Steven on the phone
Or maybe it's the slang, that got me down my brains
on the plane, met this in Fort Mayne
And you certaintly can blame the jazziest
But it's classy broad that get trashy in the
Bubba's just the slickest, how else is there to it
just plead my case, and then let y'all unveil the verdict