Luyện nghe bài hát What It Ain't

mob & tlc
Appears on the "world party"

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

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

you wanna do wit it
What it is and what it (what)
Either you bring it (we gon' it)
Or you
it gets kinda messy (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 wear a
Or rings
I maintain
My ghetto i
my pride
Get on my
20 inch
I sport a
with my girls
Go to the
Around the
And your change
The finest
Will still so

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

Don't even look from the floor
You don't have enough for no tour
To come upon a girl me
And that's not a

She's a plastic girl
I'm a big man
I like old model and big sedans
You two doors
their clothes and rolls
I sit on the
Sip and pose
I the 9
When you're humpin' hot
I do sweets while you preferred the
I'm choose 'cause ya already chose
It's grown folk business and I'll run the

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

Shit my baby is ghetto like hot fries
I from lovin' niggas
And give
his bloodshot eyes
Got into gold
Went two o's to thirty two lows
Which is to buy a rolls
but nobody knows
Stay in my
Keep my out of your face
You wanna be with player
Got to at my pace
I'm slum but I can cum
Over there where you're
If you want bullshit you better buy you some

Shorty where booty (shorty)
Shorty your gold teeth
where your long nails
Shorty where fake hair
got the attitude
All up in the
To represent the 90's
You the too
I got your you got the front
time we pull it off in the woods
With the bump on them dubs ain't no
Don't I'm a ghetto millionaire
Can you see me it clear
I'ma keep on servin' here like I'm to baby

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

Where those saints
These are the
Take wealth up the street
Or you might hurt your
You you're ghetto
When you don't up in court
For not your child support
Or you too for me
You act like too good to eat
At church's, popeye's, and
I shop at walter's creek
In the mall where it's steep and
I out in bank head
You buckhead
Your color is hot pink
I love that