Luyện nghe bài hát Dimonds on my chain

Diamonds in my damn chain! It ain't to tell!

Diamonds in my chain!
Diamonds in my chain!
chorus]
I'm ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' ya
I like you but, I really your damn chain!

Diamonds In My Chain!
In My Damn Chain!
[Fabolous
It explains the way she be actin'
She my necklace so she started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I a chain reaction!

verse 1]
Yo, you think you me now, wait until the light hit me
I bet the house girl spend the night with me
They gota love it, if not, then I guess haters
This kinda necklace'll turn on the
They ain't got one problem with
Square facewatch look on the wrist
One white, one gold, one nice,
You can look but touch, guns might unload, now
I respect them thugs who get jackin' on
But we squeeze set every slug that we be long
Ya boy got the drug we be stackin' on
Lotta carrots, not the one's Bunny snackin' on
Got 'em, close and, lookin' like I scooped up
The chain, from the bottom of the ocean
I play diamonds well when I got dat jewelery on
They should me Carat Jeter or maybe Canary Bonds

[Lil' verse 2]
Ahh! My name is F Baby! Oww!
I usually do this, ha! Ok, I'm lyin'
Cuz these diamonds of mine, sparkle like wine
I'm easy to find, In the darker time
I get so much attention from ya' eyes, like
I'm, kushed out my mind, shots with lime
My is a crime
And that bitch fine, what that girl
I call my jeweller up and tell "Make that girl a chain!"
I take that girl to Spain, she can't a thang'
And she got her girlfriend on the like fame
Her fetish is Wayne, I'm bombin' like Hussein
But I'm fire, now I swallow my butane
Residin' on a plane, the sky is my
I'm in and out the country, passports, and
And tanktops, and thoughts, from sun shades, and private Airports
And of course... (Watchu got boy), I got...

[Fabolous 3]
Yo, maybe them VV's, 'cuz they sets Susters'
Sit on the bus like that show on MTV
The waves on the chain, make a nigga fly like the wings on a
you sittin' in between 'em
Even when you em', glitenin' when you see em'
Beemin' through the tints I'm sittin in the Phenom
Oops! I mean Phantom, my words got man
But this stripe, watch, make this bitch a Bengals fan
We all know Jacob, check the he did
We spent more time, "Making The Band" than did
You feel my campaign, then drop old spouse
I'm out in DC, at the white and house (White and gold house)
convince me love, secret service me with some of that Lewinsky Love
She saw the chain, baby brain, no ever since
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain of events! Nigga

Diamonds on my damn chain! It hard to tell!