Luyện nghe bài hát It's Alright

I love things you
(It's alright)
You got it on
I'm not in love and this is not a song
But you've down for so long
You never be wrong

I know it's all my fault, my mind been
I'm always on the chase, lipstick on my face I get home
You gotta get on my 'cause I've been fuckin' up
Coming home smelling like her, I can't it up
Call mama, tell her how it hurts

Tell her I'm a dog but don't say all
I in first place at the players' ball
And now I got my on my new grill on
Put you through shit, girl
But I know you're strong

You say I never find a one like you
But I take the time to feel like you
I put the game down, the way suppose to be
Don't be a punk ass bitch, just get open me

I'm a real player
Ayo Pimp C, I don't think feel us

There's a thin line between love and hate
And there's a thin line between a fuck and a date
Girl, you know when I was at you I want to hit
I got time to get caught up over a girl and lose my grip

I'm screaming, "Steady pimp", you steady trying a me
Running that game your mama you
Bitch that shit faze me
Say bitch, I'm Pimp C, I be seen again
But all shit your cousin told you has gone in the wind

'cause I pimp my pen, you think you moving in
Like trick, I'ma let you have half of everything I spend
You week rent, I'm trying to whip a Benz
Flipping the club with like Too $hort, baby lady friends

Talking 'bout your saw me with a brand new bitch at the club
Coming at me with high school shit, bitch, you be in love
Space Age, new faze, I done the price
Hoping you ain't to rip my stable, she said I'm shift
But that's alright

You can your funky ass pussy
You know what I'm saying? up
What's up $hort? Shit go to Pimpology man
These hoe know it's though
And if don't Bun will let them know

Baby, hangin' on a rope, it's getting crucial like dope
I can't cope, I guess the situation has lost all
you've obviously flipped your lid but what's done is did
I'm putting you up for sale for the bid

Or an ass kid shit, you got me twisted
Bun won't be another statistic
This affair went ballistic
Puttin' them ass hoes up in my mix like Bisquick
And thinkin' you gonna Big Bun juiced like mystic

Nigga believe me, thick, love's lost
Nothing's gained but confusion about the
You about the same, you can't tame a wild animal
lettuce to a cannibal, make a grown man wear Garanibals

And I can't handle that's unnecessary
You can't handle with a G, I guess it's scary
It's the very thing put us together separated us
hated us, and things will never be the way it was
I hate to say it 'cause, but find another to cry on
Stop gettin' lie on, baby, it's alright

I wanna dedicate song to my bitch
Quit tripping and your ass home, baby, I love you
All as you got my money

You what I'm saying?
It's 199 reits, know what I'm Straight up pimpin'
You what I'm talking about?
I'm trying to see some papers, some dead

Some real going on, you know what I'm saying?
is Big Bun and I'm out with my nigga
$hort and my Pimp C
You know how players is bitches on your dick

Pimping ain't dead, they just
You know I'm talking about? What's up $hort?
no love, bitch
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Beeotch, tell them motherfuckers at Jive to quit