Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Me How Ya Feel

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

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

I call my motherfuckin' on the slab, money on my mind
I'm out here 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 everythang that I drive got at least five
Two in the sun visor, two in the
When out to dash, two hundred thousand on my chest

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

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

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

I'm out grippin' on the wood, sittin' on the leather
Keep the gold diggin' tryin' to keep they shit together
Swangin' yo' hood, diamonds on the wheel
When you see a 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 fuck up out your mind, I'm born to this life
And my work is the only woman I'll make my wife

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

Touchin' us, you dyin', kill you hoes, just for tryin'
befo' dishonor, you never see me testifyin'
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 nigga wanna meet
Ain't no need to exaggerate, I just it like it is
So get the fuck up out my way, Bun handlin' biz
Im the

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

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

Ain't no paint wetter, no 24's classier
No leather seats softer, no other brothers
And you could never pass me up, so slow your roll,
Recognize the real when and Bun in control, mayne

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

I see the Kingz winnin', it was over, it's the beginnin'
Underground, we run the South, diss me, bust your mouth
I don't run, I come to your
You gon' lose, nigga, no doubt
We can jump or pop it out, I ain't Jeezy, don't it out

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

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