Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Gotta Lie (Momma Said)

Study long, study wrong,
Hey, y'all close that front door, ya'll let flies in this
that door!
My OG up in motherfucker right now
My pops man with the bottle in his hand, actin' a
Hey, hey, check it out
Imma you what my mama had said, she like

I could you a mile away
I could see your written all on your face
So predictable your words, I know what you say
Who you foolin'? Oh, you assuming you can just come and
With the homies but your level of realness the same
Circus acts only attract those entertain
Small talk, we that it's all talk
We live in the Laugh Factory every they mention your name

Askin', "where the hoes at?" to me
Askin', "where the moneybags?" to me
Say you got to burn your stash to me
It's all in your head,
"where the plug at?" to impress me
Askin' "where the at?" to impress me
"where it's at?" only upsets me
You sound the feds, homie

You gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to it, my nigga
You ain't gotta try so

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't lie
You ain't gotta lie to it, my nigga
You ain't gotta try so

And the world respect you and the culture don't accept you
But you think it's all
And the girls gon' you once your parody is done
Reputation can't protect you if you had one
Jealousy (complex), (complex)
Self-pity (complex), under (complex)
The one in the room, nigga, that's a complex
Let me put it back in context

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't lie
You gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain't gotta try so

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't lie
You ain't gotta lie to it, my nigga
You gotta try so hard

Askin', "where the hoes at?" to me
Askin', "where the moneybags?" to me
Say you got to burn your stash to me
all in your head, homie
Askin' "where the at?" to impress me
Askin' "where the at?" to impress me
"where it's at?" only upsets me
You like the feds, homie

What do you got to
me before you we off ya, put you deep in the coffin
Been allergic to talkin', been aversion to
Instead of dreamin' the auction, tell me just who your is
Niggas be fugazie, bitches be
This is for fugazie niggas and bitches who make habitual line babies, them little hearts
You can never me
You can never me to him, to her, or that to them
Or you, the truth you to bend
In the back, in the bed, on the floor, your ho
On the couch, in the mouth, I'll be out, really
So loud, rich got low money
And loud, niggas got no money
The irony behind it is so
And I seen it all past year
Pass on some advice we

You ain't gotta lie to it, my nigga
You gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain't gotta try so

You ain't gotta lie to it, my nigga
You ain't gotta lie, you gotta lie
You gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You gotta try so hard