Luyện nghe bài hát thats Gangsta

She my hands-free phone
bout gettin' her freak on
No you turn me on
Misses Be Gone
If you got hatred on ya mind, I'm not the nigga to on
I'm as throwed as the in the E-N-D Zone
I'm lookin' for a faithful, yellow-bone to on
Latex when we bone, up the 4 while she moan
Yellow bellies I skeet on, better watch ya teeth
'cause the divorce, I'm movin into, the home
Bout to be ya
Me and Lil' flip harder
Then a acrobat with hops like Vince Carter
8-Ball 8-Ballers, yes Koopa pimp harder
Mr. Jackson, don't like me, me kissin' his daughter
Damnit janet, we the muthafunkaz on the planet
Not enough room, don't panic I'll up and expand it
S.U.V., let you see, paint is wet as the
Lug-nuts some mechanic
Chome rims is like man
Chamillionaire.com, if you like it then sue me
Little Zane tryin' to sue me, he's not in my movie
Can do nothing to me, to my Uzi
Just 'cause everybody else does, I don't groupies
No not either, don't watch cartoons or like
And I show damn don't goofy groupies, sellin' tight coochie
Bout to be a..Jetson and I talkin bout Judy
Look, I know they gon' get Cleo
Not a slut, ill
I know they gon' see me with 2 twins in a
Shout-out to the flows partner ?? I jill
(scratching the song ends)