Luyện nghe bài hát What It Ain't

mob & tlc
Appears on the "world party"

Now t-l-c will goodie mob
To a game of laser tag
When say "what it is"
You "what it ain't"

(yeah)
Tlc, the
mob
The synergy of sounds
For the

What you do wit it
it is and what it ain't (what)
Either you bring it (we bring it)
Or you
Sometimes it gets kinda (sometimes)
Out
But we get by (what you do wit' it)
One day at a

I go eat
At waffle
112
I go out
Where do you
Or do you
Or a chain
Or rings
I maintain
My ghetto i
Keep my
Get on my
20 rims
I sport a
Hang with my
Go to the
the world
And your change
The things
Will remain so

Don't look from across the room
You don't know enough about this to
Ever get it on me
Or out where I do

Don't even look from across the
You have rhyme enough for no tour
To come upon a like me
And not a possibility

She's a plastic girl
I'm a big man
I like old model cars and big
You two doors
Funding their and rolls
I sit on the
Sip some and
I the 9
When humpin' hot ho's
I do while you preferred the lows
Tonight I'm choose 'cause ya chose
It's grown folk and I'll run the floor

'cause you ain't enuff for me
And you ain't hot for me
And you ain't fly for me
And you're too tight with your
you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly for me
And you're too tight your money

my baby is still ghetto like hot fries
I come lovin' niggas
And give
his bloodshot eyes
Got turned into
from two o's to thirty two lows
Which is enough to buy a
Ain't but knows
Stay in my
Keep my diamonds out of face
You wanna be with player
Got to at my pace
I'm slum but I can cum
Over where you're from
If you some bullshit you better buy you some

Shorty where your (shorty)
Shorty where your gold
where your long nails
Shorty where your fake
got the attitude
All up in the
To the 90's girl
You the too
I got your you got the front
It's time we pull it off in the
With the bump on them dubs no scrubs
Don't conceal I'm a millionaire
Can you see me gettin' it
I'ma keep on servin' like I'm supposed to baby

Don't be suffocatin' my
While I'm recessitatin' topics
Like bring g's where your loot
You're lookin' dumb when you get the boot
What it is my to me
Come some of the hardest of streets
Me custom to the club
With of the hardest of beats
it ain't what you sleepin' with all the shit that I've been through
'cause keep doin' all the things that I gots to do
Damn it I'll put ass to work
Comb nappy head till it hurts

Where saints stop
are the ropes
Take wealth up the street
Or you hurt your throat
You know ghetto
When you show up in court
For not payin' your child
Or you too for me
You act like too good to eat
At church's, popeye's, and
I shop at walter's bright
In the mall where steep and deep
I hang out in head
You prefer
favorite color is hot pink
I that thing