Luyện nghe bài hát Datz On My Mama

[Intro:
Yo, how you know when a serious?
When he'll put it on his momma, go
(Derrty!) Ladies and
Males and females (E.N.T.!) of all (let's go)
All the way from St. to Minnesota (we all we got!)
We bringin y'all, Made

[Chorus Taylor Made, Nelly]
[Tru] It's Jung Tru (in this ho) Jung Tru (in ho)
Jung Tru (in ho)
[Nel] And on my momma
[Blu] Blu (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch)
Blu Goose (in bitch)
[Nel] Nigga on my momma
[Gube] Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker) Gube (in this muh'fucker)
Gube Thug (in muh'fucker)
[Nel] And that's on my
Taylor Made! You heard me? on my momma
They playin 'round hurr, AND THAT'S ON MY MOMMA!

[Jung
J, U, N, G
Catch me in a with a hundred floors, Benz with a hundred doors
Walkin out the with a hundred awards
I'm the best songwriter and the best producer (now)
Cause whores gettin highly and stoned like
Yeahhhh, a new eatin all sushi
And then I tear the mall for new Prada and Gucci
My album's like Jamie Foxx for Diamond
Like Martin on "Blue Streak" I'm goin to her
Said my flow's +Ludacris+, I Tha Peace+
And I ain't "Never Scared," get your +Bones in the street
I put +D+ on the +Block+, I'm one of The L.O.X.
+Bucks+ like Milwaukee, D-Bo in the spot
Like Jamaicans on the on "Bad Boys 2"
Cause a hundred car crash when they see Tru
I'm a round draft pick, the chain say Derrty
Like Cam over the Roc, you niggaz heard me, yeahhh

One]

[Blu
Yeahhhh, now I ain't Jigga but I keep Beyoncs me
I ain't Will but I keep a +Smith+ 'n West to blaze me
This story get +Notorious+, like my nigga
I got a of killers like my nigga 50 (yeahhh)
My chronic chokin, ain't no +Badder Boy+ me
I just a deal with Nelly, I'm with Puff and Murphy Lee
And you can tell, when I stop 'em still, on the Sprees
We gon' leave a trail of rappers still, goin on keys (yeahhh)
I think of me of I long stroke, Tia
But Tamara keep it real with me, to pop, pills with me
Know she with a king, ridin through the hills me
Hungry, that's Vanessa Williams +Soul Food+ with me (yeahhh)
I take a prissy chick like +Saved by the Bell+
Bring her through the ghetto, make her drive cause she got the
Now I ain't +Money Mike+, with the Prada black, and the right
Honey tight, but I'll holla back, bitch it's right

Two: Taylor Made, Nelly]
[Blu] Blu Goose (in this ho) Blu (in this ho)
Blu Goose (in ho)
[Nel] And that's on my
[Tru] Jung Tru (in this bitch) Tru (in this bitch)
Tru (in this bitch)
[Nel] Nigga on my momma
[Gube] Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker) Gube (in this muh'fucker)
Gube (in this muh'fucker)
[Nel] And that's on my
Taylor Made! You me? That's on my momma
They playin 'round hurr, AND THAT'S ON MY MOMMA!

Thug]
You might catch me with a dime a crazy ass, crazy stash
like Malcolm Bliss, crazy cash
My life's a runaway train, I'm gone in it
Treat ya body like a and knock off a tone in it (yeahhh)
As far as rap goes, seen a gimmicks
On a celly, with a million minutes
And you ain't seen a throwback, until you meet me
the back say Jesus, he played in A.D. (yeahhh)
I don't like too much, hard to please
like old toothpaste, hard to squeeze
And um, niggaz talk until the steel him 'em
I just 'em back to God and let him deal with 'em (yeahhh)
For the last two bars, I'ma the mic
And come like Snipes on the back of the bike
This a "New Jack City" shit, ya heard me?
Yeah, I come through like Snipes on the of the bike

[Chorus Three: Made, Nelly]
[Gube] Gube Thug (in this ho) Gube Thug (in ho)
Gube Thub (in ho)
[Nel] And on my momma
[Blu] Blu (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch)
Blu (in this bitch)
[Nel] Nigga that's on my
[Tru] Jung Tru (in this muh'fucker) Tru (in this muh'fucker)
Jung Tru (in muh'fucker)
And that's on my momma
Taylor Made! You heard me? on my momma
They ain't playin 'round hurr, AND ON MY MOMMA!