Luyện nghe bài hát Datz On My Mama

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

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

[Jung
J, U, N, G
me in a house with a hundred floors, Benz with a hundred doors
Walkin out the Grammy's a hundred awards
I'm the best songwriter and the best damn (now)
Cause whores gettin highly and like Medusa
Yeahhhh, a new Hibushi{?} eatin all
And I tear the mall down for new Prada and Gucci
My album's like Jamie Foxx for Diamond
Like on "Blue Streak" I'm goin to find her
Said my +Ludacris+, I +Disturb Tha Peace+
And I ain't "Never Scared," get your Crushed+ 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 on the highway on "Bad Boys 2"
Cause a hundred car crash when see Jung Tru
I'm a round draft pick, the chain say Derrty
Like Cam takin over the Roc, you heard me, yeahhh

[Chorus

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

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

[Gube
You might catch me with a with a crazy ass, crazy stash
like Malcolm Bliss, crazy cash
My life's like a train, I'm gone in it
Treat ya body a phone and knock off a tone in it (yeahhh)
As far as rap goes, a million gimmicks
On a celly, with a million minutes
And you ain't never seen a throwback, you meet me
Cause the say Jesus, he played in A.D. (yeahhh)
I don't too much, kinda hard to please
Guns like old toothpaste, to squeeze
And um, niggaz talk greasy until the him 'em
I just send 'em back to God and let him with 'em (yeahhh)
For the last two bars, murder the mic
And come like Snipes on the back of the bike
This life's a "New Jack City" shit, ya me?
Yeah, I come through like Snipes on the back of the

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