Luyện nghe bài hát Why U Bullshittin?

So pay attention,
Pay
Our Father, who art in
Quik me a beat, now Pomona's on the set, now

Get your money, why you
Baby, why you

Mama tries but there no love like homie love, baby
I'm G'd up and I'm
And there's a mellow ghetto on my ass
I'm, saggin', don't wanna die so I'm taggin'

Now I see my baby cryin'
I can't explain how it me
I'm tryin' papers while she it in
Ya see in order for me to win, I lose sometimes, baby
I know I'm wrong but I'ma it, now I

hit hit a woman, naha
But I the shit out of a bitch, why you bullshittin'?
If you think a little ahead, you gets a little ahead, trick
But I goin' against the grain, not me, not even a little bit

Bet she didn't tell you she used to be my hoe,
Yeah nigga, she that pussy for me, in Pomona
You better take some of this time sticky icky head
'Fore she could realize I'm tryin' to get with Quik
Why you

Suga is lovely and pretty as I can be
Perms simpler Charlotte Spred
Waves deep as Redonda
you to

Get your money, why you
Baby, why you
I get down, why you
Baby, why you

Now what's the problem
Whu-what? Yo' lady won't your dick?
'Cause for the low low price
Of a dollars you can use my bitch

And if you act now, man, throw in a ho that'll buff your nad
She used to work down there at the Bank
See, she got fired for on the job
But you ain't know, givin' yo' money, be killin' me

Lettin' that bitch disrespect you in front of yo' be killin me
Always givin' that bitch some dick, me
Goin' one ear, comin' out the other
Talkin you feelin' me

Now, partner me where my love at
'Cause I'ma tell you where wrong at
I'll be in but I break, not me, no matter
If I'm broker than her, I won't her purse
I want the whole?

Shit! And at you broke, been broke, gon' be broke
Wanna see me broke, but please ho, doe
I, tell a lie? She tell a lie
Sit there with a straight face? On one lives

Now I can tell you how to pimp you a ho
And I can tell you mo' and you still know
Partner, you over use the pussy?
Me, I'm tryin' to hit the news the pussy
In a survey it's estimated 9 out of 10 men don't check they styles
But Free'll tell your pretty ass to get the fuck out

And get my money, why you
Baby, why you
I get down, why you
Baby, why you

Bitch come get yo' kid, you see him tearin' up my shit?
She's starin' dead at ass, you won't tell 'em to quit
Now, I whoop they ass, fuck waitin' 'till turn her back
Lil ol' man come me, trust me
He tryin' to run, he gettin'

I want you but I really need you, bitch
'Cause all you do is eat, burp and fuck and talk that
And tell yo' kids I ain't they daddy
What-what? Yo' couch fly?
'Cause they look they been eatin' cabbage

And it cost a dime
I won't knock one chop off yo' plate
If you knock one of mine?
'Cause a gonna be a hoe for real

Quit jockin' her youse a snack, she lookin' for a meal
And I ain't tryin' to be your bitch
Buddy, buddy, my partner, that nigga cool, and all that shit
Sayin, "I won't be afraid, I go astray
I'll like I'm wake, I'll stay in my place
Please let me stay, hold to my grave"

So how you handle this? Baby we'll dismantle this
And we blows you out like a trick
Ha ha ha ha ha haa
And we blows you out a candle trick

Man, get your money, why you
Baby, why you
me, I get down, why you bullshittin'?
hat's right, baby, why you

Don't fuck around, why you
Yo, Kingpin, why you
I think, Town, why you bullshittin'?
Uhh, where I'm from, why you bullshittin'?

Get money, why you bullshittin'?
for two, baby, why you bullshittin'?
Uuh, trick, it ain't hard, why you
And you know what? Credit card, why you

Got my baby, why you bullshittin'?
Ahh, god damn, why you
Free, I get down, why you bullshittin'?
Suga Free, Black Tone, be bullshittin'
for life, ahh, I get down for life, oh