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 baby
(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 slick son gun y'all
like a swallowed up the pharmacy at Walgreens
Never did I love her, baby it was all clean
Who you think you dealin with?, Jimmy Mathis' offspring
Forty I was deep on the I was there
it out put on my boots and get the hell up out of there
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, amps, three sluts, what's hot
I told ya once hot shot, you braggin too hot
Reach inside that tool box, is when the feud stops

2]
Papa was a Rolling Stone, but I'm a ballin
And I ain't gotta 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 start 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 but Bubba Sparxxx a soldier (OW)
What you know about balin hay in that Georgia heat
few roads are paved, still I do it for the streets
There's a heap a to lose, but there's 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 that Steven on the
Or maybe it's the slang, that got me gettin down my
on the plane, met this chick in Mayne
And you can blame the jazziest persona
But it's classy that get trashy in the sauna
Bubba's just the slickest, how else is there to it
I'll just plead my case, and let y'all unveil the verdict