Luyện nghe bài hát I Know Ya Mad

[Intro - Three 6 Mafia -
Yes sir (yes sir)
(Chamillitary mayne)
Bun B (Bun B)
It's goin down (it's goin down, I ya mad)
Yes sir
Hypnotize production (I know ya mad, I know ya mad)

[Chorus - - w/ ad libs]
I know ya mad, know ya mad
I-I-I ya mad, I know ya mad
I know ya mad, I ya mad
I know ya mad, I ya mad
I know ya mad 'cause you hate I'm not doin bad
Yeah I'm feelin and I know they wanna hate
'Cause they hate to see me shrimp and steak
I know ya mad
I'm a demonstrate, how to deal all the hate
While I'm reppin for my and my state
know ya mad

[Verse 1 -
You I'm chasin a milli (that's right), reppin my city (that's right)
Life is a gamble, I told my city just me them dice, been gettin scrilli
Back in your city like "give me twice"
Stay gettin cake and I know they hate I give 'em a slice
Up in the mornin, got customers callin
I'm a hustler-holic, me up and I'm on it
Stack them Barack Obamas, stuff 'em up in my
Yeah the car right behind me was way too much but I bought it (to ya mad)
I-I-I ya mad, every one of my whips is bad
Like Cam and Dash Bill O'Reilly - ya mad
How you get mad? You see me and holdin cash
You think I slept with ya and went and told ya dad
I-I-I know ya mad, why you mad at night
All you do is gossip, so I'm the reason you a life
You can't compete my fleet, so go pick a better fight
Got so many cars, I couldn't track 'em all a satellite (hey!)
You see them pokin, you see my trunk is open
Versace locin, hopin that I'm gon' end up and
I really hope you jokin, type of dope you smokin
You text message in exclamations to show (ha)

- w/ ad libs]

2 - Bun B]
It a playa to know a playa, so let me greet ya
Welcome to "The Land Of The Trill", I'm happy to ya
Bun Beeder the O.G. and not in the makin (makin)
You see this dough I be takin and the broads' that I'm breakin (breakin)
We be bringin home the bacon, no fakin over here though (here though)
Get mine in 2009 without like a weirdo (weirdo)
It's real off in these but I don't never show no fear though
And it's still "UGK 4 Life", in it wasn't clear bro
Funny when you got nothin, nobody really
Like you don't even exist (huh), it's like you was never (fo' real)
But soon as you get some bread, lookin at you sideways
Askin a shortcut and if you got some side plays
Tell 'em "naw, it's hard work" (what?), they you lyin
And then you got to start the case, and denyin
Man you ain't got to explain yourself, tell 'em playa, show 'em (show 'em)
Then keep it movin G and act like you don't even 'em
That's up

[Chorus - w/ ad

[Break - - singing]
So you should love me (let's go), I'm puttin it down
I get love from ladies, they that I shine (woo!)
I be hustlin daily, I stay mine
So congratulate me (let's go) or me now

3 - Chamillionaire]
Middle finger up to the industry, every person I pass is
Said I ain't enough, my label still have to pay me
is fallin off (yeah), realness would gravitate me
My (Wheels) is of (Fortune), yeah Vanna White should me
She out my worth and the pretty woman gon' have to hate me
Flirted money, did it so well, that it had to date me
Police done got madder later, see me and had to chase me
Trunk beatin so hard, pedestrians losin balance baby
Pencil's a Desert Eagle, promise my is lethal
No we ain't equal, right, I'm hotter than desert people
Wallet's a scary movie, stackin the of evil
Come back tomorrow, my deposit gon' get a sequel
know ya mad