Luyện nghe bài hát Tyrone

I'ma test this out right on y'all
Now keep in I'm an artist and I'm sensitivie about my shit
So y'all be about it, alright
Sisters how y'all feel, brothers alright
Let me see how groove to this

Alright, I'm gettin' tired of shit
You don't buy me nothin'

See time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and

See why we be by ourselves, sometimes
See been having this on my mind for a long time
I want it to be, you and me, like It used to be, Baby
But ya don't how to act

So matter of fact, I think ya better call (call him)
And Tell him come on, help you get your shit (come on, on, come on)
You need to call (call him)
And tell him I said on

Now everytime I ask you for a cash
You say no and turn around and ask me for some ass
Oh, Well up, listen partna, I ain't no cheap thrill
Cause Miss Badu is always comin' for you know the deal, nigga

Every time we go somewhere, I reach down in my purse
To pay your way and your way and sometimes your cousin's way

They don't have to pay, don't have no cars
Hang around in bars try to hang with stars
Like Badu, I'ma you the truth
groove or get the boot

I ya better (call him)
And him come on, help you get your shit

You need to call (call him)
Hold on but ya use my phone