Luyện nghe bài hát It's Alright

I love things you
(It's alright)
You got it on
I'm not in and this is not a love song
But you've down for so long
You should be wrong

I know it's all my fault, my been gone
I'm always on the chase, lipstick on my face I get home
You gotta get on my case 'cause I've been up
home smelling like her, I can't fuck 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 some shit, girl
But I know real strong

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

'Cause I'm a player
Ayo Pimp C, I think they feel us

There's a thin line between love and hate
And there's a very thin line 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 a change me
Running that game mama taught you
Bitch that shit don't me
Say bitch, I'm Pimp C, I be seen again
But all that shit 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 talking week rent, I'm to whip a Benz
Flipping the club pimps like Too $hort, baby lady friends

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

You can your funky ass pussy
You know what I'm Straight up
What's up $hort? Shit go to Pimpology man
These hoe know it's alright
And if they Bun will let them know

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

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

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

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

I wanna this song to my bitch
tripping and bring your ass home, baby, I love you
All 'long as you got my

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

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

Pimping dead, they just scared
You know what I'm about? What's up $hort?
Ain't no love,
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Beeotch, tell them motherfuckers at Jive to trippin'