Luyện nghe bài hát Mackin' Ain't Easy

Now I'm to rock a party, and turn a party out
A nappy headed nigga representin' for the South
I bust, and I do frequently
I see niggas in careers trying to get me

Now no am I small
See got me a ball me of women, I 'em wall to wall
See 'cause mackin' ain't
But I had to do it, get it, and plus they love to please me

age, never under, wonder in the words of Aaliyah
Age nuthin' but a number
So I takes 'em, shakes 'em, 'em the ropes
Let 'em get a taste and then they never let go

They say, Daddy daddy, they call me, it major
Surprise visits and up my pager
Asking for favors I don't do
That's for a nigga in love, all I'm doing is you

Mackin' ain't but somebody gotta do it
Mackin' ain't easy but somebody do it do it, do it, do it
Now me whose the mack, tell me whose the mack

Mackin' ain't easy but somebody do it
Mackin' ain't but somebody gotta do it do it, do it, do it
Now tell me whose the

Now I got no big hat or a Cadillac
I push a drop-top Benz and a baseball cap, say
I the pad full of women, bad bodies in bikinis on deck
For when I get wet

I Chris all the time, I more of a mack than he is
And it's been this way since we was real little
I got women saying, tie me up
I got 'em going to mall, and buying me stuff

Now me it's like the old days, ain't gone no where
A light skin-ded with real long hair
Perm, corn rowed, individuals,
No matter what, I'm head to toe

So the mack? Daddy mack
Seeing all the women in my stable watch my
From these, player haters trying to my game
And snatch my hoes, it a possible thing

You know what I mean?, [unverified], ain't no to bullshit
niggas in love, you know what I mean?
Talking about how fast

There ain't no players, I'm drunk now, you know I mean?
I'm kinda, I know, I know, but I'm cool, I
The rest is unintelligible to me, You, I mean?

Now tell me who's the

Mr. Black, and we can do
Flossin' in the Benz, decked out in the
Never slippin', just on this champagne
And be spittin' pure game to this pretty young thing

My aim, to control mind, body and
Have her on the stroll bringing me the
Pimp stylin', smilin', profilin'
Presidential suite, gang of hoes sippin'

Yeah, we puffing real La, laid back to the funk
I prescribed, I could write a thesis on the dime
Gotcha on her, didn't flaunt, when I grab your
Daddy Forte, when I'm flossin' with the double K

Got all broads showing us where they stay
Pager blowin' up all these hoes skeez me
a mack ain't easy