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 ghetto tag
When say "what it is"
You "what it ain't"

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

you wanna do wit it
What it is and what it (what)
Either you it (we gon' bring 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 house
112
I go out
Where do you
Or do you
Or a chain
Or rings
I maintain
My side i
my pride
Get on my
20 rims
I a brim
Hang my girls
Go to the
Around the
And keep change
The finest
Will remain so

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

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

She's a plastic girl
I'm a big man
I like old model and big sedans
You like two
their clothes and rolls
I sit on the
Sip some and
I the 9
When humpin' hot ho's
I do while you preferred the lows
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 hot enuff for me
And you fly enuff for me
And you're too with your money
'cause you ain't ghetto for me
And you hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly for me
And you're too tight with money

Shit my baby is still ghetto 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
but nobody knows
Stay in my
Keep my out of your face
You wanna be with this
Got to at my pace
I'm but I can still cum
Over there you're from
If you want some bullshit you buy you some

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

Don't be my pockets
While I'm these topics
bring your g's where your loot
You're lookin' real dumb when you get the
What it is my to me
Come from some of the of streets
Me navigate to the club
With some of the hardest of
What it ain't what you with all the shit that I've been through
'cause i'ma keep all the things that I gots to do
it I'll put your ass to work
Comb nappy head till it hurts

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