Luyện nghe bài hát Playa Status

[Intro - - talking]
You what it is
No way, no way, aye
Chamillitary
Yeah, up
No way, no way, aye

1 - Chamillionaire]
Hey, everytime I poke her, it's just like we poker (woo!)
Lipstick and I got her smilin harder than The Joker (yeah)
Ever get caught a chick with a chick who like "it's over" (what?)
And get the worst excuse to work like "I even know her"
Tell me where your mattress at 'cause I'm about to that like Mattress Mack
I'm gon' that mattress up then I make you pay me back for that
Pockets like a Patch, she ready to vegetate
She chasin and Wade, so her status can elevate
I would hesitate, if that heffa had better brakes
Be ready to tell a that her cycle was hella late
Get left you're never straight, forever, forever fake
Click over, put her on forever and let her wait
I'm never for any games, not a Xbox
I let her get out the ride and her and my ex box
Next stop, next block, her house like a rest
She work me, I'm a trucker in need of some rest, stop, chill out

[Chorus -
No way, no way, no
No way, no way, I don't think that you the no mo', no mo', no moooo', umm
So stop beggin and blow up my phone, my phone, my phooonnne
My phone, my phone, it's too late, playa status is gone, is gone, so gooonnne
Umm and you know I'm a it playa fo' sho'

2 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah, uh, that I'm gifted, sex is terrific
I it out, you can bet she gon' kiss it
explicit, animalistic
Bet your chick will become a statistic
unlisted, fresher than this kid
Don't know who 'cause sure not you (who?)
Call when she miss it, she wanna get this, sometimes fast but it's mostly (screw)
No need to any trees, slang D and she'll be OD'd
Hope she ain't got to go to 'cause this week she gon' be on leave
let you relieve your sleeve, your chick is like COD
Usually I go check my and then 'X' 'em like Leo G
I don't know no Givens, plus we can't get that involved
It ain't trickin if you got it (what?) but you get that at all
a "nah", had a broad, said she never had her prom
Disco/dis go in her lip, so she can say she had a ball
I'm pullin out the driveway, had to take off my shades, so my can dilate
She told me that if I'm late, she gonna kill me, I guess that I'm a die late
I show up when I wanna, get in that tummy like I was a organ donor
Now later is gonna be like I was from Oklahoma
Never been a Simpson/simp son, so she can't play me a Homer

[Verse 3 -
she actin hard to get, once she get got, she too attached
I the receipt from underneath her seat and take her back
Know that I don't it, so save it, like a kept coupon
I hop back on the 24 inches my Coupe on
What the is you on? Live and "In Living Color"
Add another, man I'm gutter, want a I could have one for ya
Bad to the mother, pass me the rubber, then your lover actin bad covers
In HD, the camera will dub her, rollin around 'til the camera gets smothered
Catch me any club tonight that's not closed
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm who created the (woo)
Me throwin my money in the chicks' hands that are not
Like goin to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles to get
You better go get some from somebody that even care
You better salute at ease you know that you see a playa
Like a spatula, I'm in back of her
I that, tap, tap, she say "that's enough"
Like a for chicks, I don't have to cuff
And when I'm done if she ever, ask for bucks

No way, no way, no