Luyện nghe bài hát Damn Damn

See I got Mercedes money I went and got a Mercedes
When I got that Bentley money I and got that Bentley
Now if you ain't me get it don't tell me how to spend it
And yes I know the rules, never marry Givens
over bitches
So we call me them cheese heads
Lambo leap in that pussy like green bay
Lambo look like sugar on the freeway
And I'm dirty cause I'm so UGK
One, two, three way four an' makes eight
Nine times outta' ten its an or a twelve gauge
the 13th that's the day that hell raised
But y'all boys too weak like days
I'm so clean why I be
I be with Ben Frank so much he startin' to like me
I'm a my weed cause I don't wanna smoke yours
And I four every time I pour
Like, was you something bitch
If you talkin' bout us then you talkin' bout shit!

I wake up mornin' eyes half closed
And in the mirror and say damn I'm cold
I'm cold and my hoes
Pimp nigga keep payin' my hoes
Damn I'm cold man I'm
I say damn I'm
Hot I'm cold

When I got slab money I put the Remy on blades
I got that lac money
I candied the
screw on my deck
A house or two on my
A couple on my wrist
And bitch I'm to wreck
We bout to for Pimp C
So me a bottle
I'm to pop the top on em
Like a slab or a
it upside down
And it out for my lil' bro
And me another one so I can pour out a little mo'
Fresher than
Cleaner wax floors
I'm as aluminum
Swingin' my lac
The Franklin's you foldin'
We tryin' to those
Before you the role
You learn how to act, hoes!
and crank foes
And tippin' trunks of
Hangers give neck and
And flip with and hang
It a thang
It never was and will
I put that on my
Bun B trill

Fuck you right all
Going at neck like a fuckin' dog bites
I woke up this morning eyes closed
Looked the mirror and said damn I'm cold
I'm cold and my hoe
Pimp shit nigga keep my hoe
I'm cold man I'm throwed
I said damn I'm cold, hot I'm cold

Is it the ice in the or the ice in the chains?
Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the
Or the bracelet, you feel the chill in yo veins
Could it be from Bun B or that boy Wayne

Or could it be the two-seater on thangs
Got on a gold chains so dang it dang
I swang a thang, from lane to
Yeah, its getting hot and you starting to feel the
Bun

It's brick and you starting to feel a breeze
And the going down
Best'a get you sleeves
And you best'a get you G's
Fore you lose your
And we turn your whole into the north pole

brr
gun brr
I am a grr
Money brr
F-U-C-K
I say I know when they say
Yeah!

Ok you already
No pussies, no rats, no Tom and Jerry
And I woke up this morning eyes closed
Looked into the mirror damn I'm cold
Damn I'm and my hoe
I'm cold, man I'm cold
I say I'm cold
Hot I'm cold