Luyện nghe bài hát Tyrone (Extended Version)

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

Alright, I'm gettin' tired of your
You never buy me nothin'

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

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

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

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

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

They don't never have to pay, have no cars
around in bars try to hang around with stars
Like Badu, tell you the truth
groove or get the boot

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

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