Luyện nghe bài hát thats Gangsta

She my hands-free phone
Talkin' bout gettin' her on
No you don't me on
Misses Be Gone
If you got on ya mind, I'm not the nigga to speak on
I'm as as the pig-skin in the E-N-D Zone
I'm lookin' for a faithful, to cheat on
Latex when we bone, throw up the 4 while she
Yellow bellies I skeet on, watch ya teeth jones
'cause the divorce, I'm movin into, the home
Bout to be ya
Me and Flip flip harder
Then a hyper-active acrobat with hops Vince Carter
plus 8-Ballers, yes Koopa pimp harder
Mr. Jackson, don't like me, caught me his daughter
janet, we the throwdest muthafunkaz on the planet
Not enough room, don't panic I'll up and expand it
S.U.V., let you see, paint is wet as the
Lug-nuts like some
Chome is like man it's
Chamillionaire.com, if you like it then sue me
Zane tryin' to sue me, 'cause he's not in my movie
Can do nothing to me, to my Uzi
Just 'cause everybody does, I don't like groupies
No not either, don't watch cartoons or goofy
And I show don't like goofy groupies, sellin' tight coochie
to be a..Jetson and I ain't talkin bout Judy
Look, I know they gon' get Miss
Not a slut, ill
I know gon' see me with 2 twins in a trill
Shout-out to the flows partner ?? before I
(scratching until the ends)