Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Trash

Do you it? uh, uh, uh, what
Do you want it? uh, uh, uh,
Do you it? uh, uh, uh, what
Do you want it? uh, uh, uh, say what, we go
Do you like it? uh, uh, uh, what, we go
Do you want it? uh, uh, uh, what, we go
Do you it? uh, uh, uh, what, here we go
Do you want it? part two, two

Why you always askin' me why I talk that?
What, you think you betta, nigga, your pockets are fat?
Excuse me? but I the one that you meant?
You talkin' trash to these niggas to dent up they whip
You know me and I don't think I have to
You that same nigga that fucked that bitch in my range
It was the same, life, it was talked up a game
Between that money and that pussy that she claim to

Look at you, all the bullcrap lies
It was you who made me put my hands on thighs
Never ever was the one that humped that on your rover
You forgot your baby cousin humped that girl on rover
It's timbaland, baby, I get down like that
Don't try to explain, get yo ass to the
ever disrepsect the man that put you on his team
Now baby dove, get the to your beem'

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Why you talkin' big to me?

'cause you always games, timothy

Why you tryin' to make me mad,

'cause you playin' games, timothy

Why you big trash to me?

'cause you playin' games, timothy

Why you tryin' to me mad, ba-be

Because you always games with bassy

I done met many players that act you
Think because they spend some money that I'm to screw
Instead of talkin' 'hit me up around the 1st and the
'cause you rot in a out six, you think I'm whipped
Got numerous that be rottin' my shit
And the thing I need is a nigga for kicks
I stay dibbed and forever spend the louchie on
Fuck the money and 'cause nigga, I'm still shinin'

Look at you, girl, talkin'
Talkin' trash, actin' grown, show ass
Don't try to get on my track and
You my queen, my mistress, my jackie
Why you tryin' to start trouble in my
Now hot and angry and I'm getting
Keep on givin' me the shoulder
Now I got to get the keys to the
You

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It was all for the paper, right, all for the love
wanted most what ghetto girls dream of
I need the hummers and the yachts, don p on the
Cardierre wrist wear the shivel on top
Then you lace me, now you hate me, now you tryin' to me
Had a woman you dated me, I guess I was crazy (know you was crazy)
to play me but your game's a little lazy
'cause I hooked up and got with man, nigga scrammed

Girl, you know about cardi and wrist wear?
you don't even wear vic's underwear
Think you start talkin' shit
Remember, I'm the man the diamonds and whips
I ain't tryin' to beg, but a like those speedos
I gon get mad if you hump one of my people
I tellin' you this is me you talkin' to
trash won't get you nowhere, baby boo

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