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 love
But you've been down for so
You should never be

I it's all my fault, my mind been gone
I'm on the chase, lipstick on my face when I get home
You get on my case 'cause I've been fuckin' up
Coming smelling like her, I can't fuck it up
Call your mama, tell her how it

Tell her I'm a dog but say that's all
I came in first place at the ball
And now I got my on my new grill on
Put you through some shit,
But I know you're strong

You say I never find a one like you
But I never take the to feel like you
I put the down, the way it's suppose to be
be a punk ass bitch, just get open with me

'Cause I'm a player
Ayo C, I don't think they feel us

There's a very thin line love and hate
And there's a very thin line between a fuck and a
Girl, you know I was hollering at you I want to hit
I ain't got time to get caught up over a girl and my grip

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

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

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

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

Baby, you're hangin' on a rope, getting crucial like dope
I can't cope, I guess the has lost all hope
'Cause 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
Little Bun be another statistic
This love affair went
them messy ass hoes up in my mix like Bisquick
And thinkin' you gonna leave Big Bun juiced mystic

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

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

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

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

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

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