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 baby
(Tell me do you it)
Gettin
(Tell me do you it) OW!
(Tell me do you love it),

1]
Yeah, I'll be damned if I ain't the slick son gun y'all
Walkin like a swallowed up the pharmacy at
Never did I love her, sorry baby it was all
Who you think you with?, this Jimmy Mathis' offspring
Forty I was deep on the I was there
knock it out put on my 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 up out your hair (OH)
block, Cobb block, Dodge Ram, got Knox
six twelves, four amps, three sluts, hot
I told ya hot shot, you done braggin too hot
Reach inside that box, there is when the feud stops

2]
Papa was a Rolling Stone, but I'm a ballin
And I ain't gotta flex the chain, or hit the mall to ya
I just a while and call ya when it's over
Don't know where I'm headed but pretty far from sober
Yeah I fucked up in life, but start it over
Cause momma said 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 Sparxxx a soldier (OW)
What you know 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 feelin baby, better look before you leap

3]
Baby the tone, that got me gettin 'Georgia Dome'
Like Shondon, with Steven on the phone
Or maybe it's the slang, got me gettin 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 in the sauna
just the slickest, how else is there to word it
I'll just my case, and then let y'all unveil the verdict