Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Me How Ya Feel

Ladies and
You are now tuned in to the best
is a Jazze Phizzle, produc-shizzle
U.G.K., Pimp C, Jones, Bun B

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, on the leather
Keep the gold bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, me how ya feel

I'm out grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they together
Swangin' through yo' hood, on the wheel
you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

I call my motherfuckin' on the slab, money on my mind
24/7 I'm out on the grind
Wanna jack that way to heaven, got somethin' for ya
Put ya on the shit bad if you wanna try

I been to hell and back, they call it T.D.C.
Now that I drive got at least five TV's
Two in the sun visor, two in the
When jumpin' out to dash, two hundred on my chest

Hangin' 'round my neck, blindin' you
I ain't cappin', I'm just you what's hap'nin'
niggaz be winnin' and some be steady losin'
Touchin' down, women stayin', they steady chosin'

Tired of feelin' bashed and mashed and want cash
You live once, she fin' to cheat on her man
'Cause I'ma stand up in her and sin her she a winner
I'm Sweet Jones and I'm pimpin', y'all some beginners

I'm out grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the
When you see a shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

I'm out here on the wood, sittin' on the leather
the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the
you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

Yeah, well, I'm the son of the struggle, the Godchild of the
The product of the and the cousin of crime
So get that fuck up out your mind, I'm to this life
And my work is the woman I'll ever make my wife

So all you triflin'-ass, stiflin'-ass, mud-stuck, fuck
bound to borin', you shit out of luck boys
The Kingz is back in the buildin', just in the knick of
And we fin' to do it to it partner while you lyin'

Touchin' us, you niggaz dyin', you hoes, just for tryin'
Death befo' dishonor, you never see me
Standin' on the stand, grab a workout in the
niggaz never fraud, you can put that on the Lord

Goin' hard, ask the nigga you know in the street
I'm the last nigga that that nigga meet
Ain't no need to exaggerate, I tell it like it is
So get the up out my way, Bun Beeda handlin' biz
Im the

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they shit
Swangin' through yo' hood, on the wheel
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya

I'm out here on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches to keep they shit together
Swangin' through yo' hood, diamonds on the
When you see a pimp shinin', bitch, me how ya feel

Well, if you had yo'self a and you had yo'self a G
And you put 'em together, what the fuck would you see?
U.G.K. nigga, than a cashmere sweater
When it come to keepin' it trill, nobody do it

Ain't no candy paint wetter, no classier
No leather seats softer, no other brothers
And you never pass me up, so slow your roll, mayne
Recognize the when Pimp and Bun in control, mayne

Ugh, I got a cup, sittin' on buck
thousand when I roll up
Year ago, I was on lock, now I'm out here droppin' them
48 months, I was gone, got back, it's still on
I know y'all hate to see the Pimp free, all all can eat a big D

I see the winnin', thought it was over, it's the beginnin'
Underground, we run the South, diss me, I'ma bust mouth
I don't run, I to your house
You gon' lose, nigga, that's no
We can or pop it out, I ain't Jeezy, don't swap it out

I'm out here grippin' on the wood, on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to they shit together
through yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel

I'm out grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' bitches tryin' to keep they together
Swangin' yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
you see a pimp shinin', bitch, tell me how ya feel