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 sorry
(Tell me do you it), OW!
(Tell me do you it)
Gettin
(Tell me do you it)
I'm so jazzy
(Tell me do you it)
jazzy
(Tell me do you it) OW!
(Tell me do you it), c'mon

1]
Yeah, I'll be damned if I ain't the son gun y'all seen
Walkin like a swallowed up the at Walgreens
did I love her, sorry baby it was all clean
Who you think you dealin with?, this Mathis' offspring
Forty I was deep on the eighty I was
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 hair (OH)
Stob block, Cobb block, Dodge Ram, got
six twelves, four amps, three sluts, hot
I ya once hot shot, you done braggin too hot
Reach inside that tool box, there is when the stops

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

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