Luyện nghe bài hát You Got It (Donut)

Yeah, I to him
Whoa, whoa..
Nah, you ain't got to nothin to me
See, you to play my man and end up playin yourself
for you
Nah, matter of fact for you
And golddiggin girlfriend you put me down with)

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

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

(You got it)

Oh what sweet she and I made
Only I was gettin dissed she was gettin paid
that I owned, she took it
All the way down to my booklets
I was contemplatin her my wife and
All she was tryin to do was
Every dime that she could extort
She was the Ripper, and she couldn't be caught
My friends tried to me but I stood behind her
(The ain't nothin but a 49er)
tried to tell me but I couldn't be told
Because her beauty was a shovel was diggin for gold
Diamonds and furs, I all I had
And took her every day at Sack's 5th ave
Visa, and even Discover
She told me is the way that I can show her I love her
My friends talkin to me, they tried stoppin me
(If she had a gun arrest her for robbery!)
I knew she was playin me for dime
But I loved when said (Homes, your girl is fine)
But then one day, yo, I got
I found out she was messin with a of guys
She told me that she me but I guess 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 and I came home early
I her in a club kissin some guy Fred
Stormed up right her, grabbed her and I said
Yo Delia What's up
on you got to be crazy
That's your cousin you I'm a nut
What kinda cousin would you let put his on your butt
Na girl, you got out of hand
And about to seem like I'm the repo man
You all of my funds like a rug
But you the cord too far you pulled the plug
Let's what come on it's too to talk
It's monopoly and I bought you the Boardwalk
But tomorrow wake up and take a look
And think the stockmarket crashed on your
But it's now I want everything
All the way from Louis Vuiton bags to
Especially the solid gold noodles
And the diamond watch, the kit and kaboodle
Don't me I'm trippin
Oh, you got amnesia now forgettin
Who did what for who I my all to you
I seem to see why you did wrong to me
I finally figured out what about
But it's the bottom of the ninth two and two outs
You can go a sucker of another fellow
It's 12:01 let's give it up
I goin for it, stop cryin
Like Ms. Melody I ain't buyin it
Game over girl you clockin
You your walking papers (You got it)

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