Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cha Get Mad

You know we gotta do one for all these
Out here sideline hatin', I'm sayin'?
Don't get mad a nigga straight up
Out the paint shop or the car lot or not

Feelin' mean on the wit a pocket full of green
Y'knowhat I'm sayin'? An' any one of hoes think
A nigga gon' give 'em somethin', I give ya shit
But this dick in ya muthafuckin' mouth an' ya hole

An' you gotta reach me for that, ho'
'Coz I ain't for free,
Pay what cha weigh

I pull up in my black fuckin' truck
My still spinnin' so you know I'm cuttin' up
I'm down the street, bumpin' nothin' but us
I spotted me a freak, she was 'bout to catch a

I asked her what's her name, baby, it be love
But you know ya boy don't fuck wit but sluts
The ones make money an' stack them bucks
A for that cap an' a bank for that butt

Nigga, tell yo' gal she can suck on this big ol' dick
An' won't be fucked up it if she pay her rent to a pimp
An' in the eyes she can be legit, be my bitch
'Coz at the shake jaunt she gotta work a trick, get the

An' never no back 'coz I call her jack, backhand slap
She come up short wit money, baby, I snap wit a strap
She gotta let hoes know who the shit runnin' this
An' you might have to throw some blows
a hit wit the fist

Don't cha, don't cha get mad I swerve an' I twist
Ridin', ridin' yo' block, I got my charm out the window
Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I
I ain't braggin' on myself but I this, miss

cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist
Ridin', ridin' yo' block, I got my charm out the window
cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist
I ain't braggin' on but I deserve this, miss

I'm swervin', I'm twistin' from to side
I got that iron right on my
20 inch vogues wit the yellow stripes
A 'rillo rolled up wit of that light

The 360 turn on the fold down
Turn it all the way around an' watch it from the seat
The knock in the back, get the on rattle
Them hoes flockin' to my whip like cattle

Hey, you better put money in my hand
I was born to be a mack, not yo' muh' man
You mad 'coz I hit cha, ho, me an' her cha dough
Why you actin' surprised, I you heard this shit before?

Me an' Quint, pushin' 'Vettes, 'dro, no stress
One tech, two glocks, red, no vests
I clock an' pop collars for a livin'
I'm at Pressure World every time I hit

Don't cha, don't cha get mad when I an' I twist
Ridin', down yo' block, I got my charm out the window
Don't cha get mad I swerve an' I twist
I ain't braggin' on myself but I this, miss

Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I
Ridin', ridin' down yo' block, I got my out the window
Don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I
I ain't braggin' on but I deserve this, miss