Luyện nghe bài hát thats Gangsta

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