Luyện nghe bài hát My Tone

[Chorus - voice] (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)
Gettin
(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 love it),

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

2]
Papa was a Stone, but I'm a ballin boulder
And I ain't gotta flex the chain, or hit the mall to ya
I just hibernate a while and call ya when over
Don't know where I'm headed but pretty far from sober
Yeah I fucked up in life, but wouldn't it over
Cause momma said that God 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 Sparxxx a (OW)
What you know about balin hay in that South Georgia
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, that got me 'Georgia Dome'
Like Shondon, with that on the phone
Or maybe it's the slang, that got me down my brains
on the plane, met this chick in Mayne
And you certaintly can blame the persona
But it's classy that get trashy in the sauna
Bubba's the slickest, how else is there to word it
I'll just my case, and then let y'all unveil the verdict