Luyện nghe bài hát You Got It (Donut)

Yeah, I to him
Whoa, whoa..
Nah, you got to explain nothin to me
See, you tried to play my man and end up playin
for you
Nah, matter of later for you
And your golddiggin you put me down with)

(Thought I was a donut)
(Tried to me)
(Thought I was a donut)
(Thought I was a donut, you to glaze me)

This story that I'm to tell ya
Is all this girl named Delia
Five foot a Gucci queen
With gold all over that flowed like a
I met her in a on a Saturday night
The girl's jeans tight and I got hype
I thought about talkin to this miss
But I seen guy after guy gettin dissed
Every guy that got flagged
But kept sayin (you) (you) (you bad)
I walked up and the girl to take a ride
I whispered in her ear, said, "My outside"
At she laughed and said, "Nah, not yet"
Then I her it's a 'Vette and she said "bet"
"Under one condition: you gotta let me it"
She kissed me on the and I said (you got it)

(You got it)

Oh what music she and I made
Only I was gettin while she was gettin paid
that I owned, she took it
All the way down to my foodstamp
I was contemplatin her bein my and
All she was to do was siphin
Every single dime she could extort
She was Jane the Ripper, and she couldn't be
My tried to tell me but I stood behind her
(The girl ain't but a 49er)
They tried to tell me but I couldn't be
Because her was a shovel that was diggin for gold
Diamonds and furs, I all I had
And her shoppin every day at Sack's 5th ave
Visa, and even Discover
She told me this is the way that I can her I love her
My friends tried to me, they tried stoppin me
(If she had a gun they'd her for robbery!)
I knew she was me for every dime
But I loved when people said (Homes, girl is fine)
But one day, yo, I got wise
I found out she was with a couple of guys
She told me that she loved me but I she forgot it
Oh, you wanna hardball, huh (You got it)

(You got it)

The final night that I this girlie
I was out of town and I came early
I her in a club kissin some guy Fred
up right behind her, grabbed her and I said
Yo Delia What's up
on you got to be crazy
That's cousin you think I'm a nut
What kinda cousin would you let put his hand on your
Na girl, you got out of hand
And it's about to seem like I'm the man
You vacuumed all of my funds a rug
But you stretched the cord too far you pulled the
what come on it's too late to talk
It's like and I bought you the Boardwalk
But tomorrow you'll up and take a look
And think the stockmarket crashed on pocketbook
But it's over now I want
All the way from Louis Vuiton bags to
Especially the solid earring noodles
And the diamond watch, the kit and kaboodle
Don't me I'm trippin
Oh, you got amnesia now you're
Who did for who I gave my all to you
I seem to see why you did wrong to me
I finally figured out what you're
But it's the bottom of the two strikes and two outs
You can go make a sucker of another
It's 12:01 let's it up Cinderella
I goin for it, stop cryin
Like Ms. Melody said I ain't it
Game over girl you finished
You your walking papers (You got it)

(You got it)
(Thought I was a donut)
(Tried to me)