Luyện nghe bài hát It's Alright

I love about 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 when I get home
You get on my case 'cause I've been fuckin' up
Coming home like her, I can't fuck it up
your mama, tell her how it hurts

Tell her I'm a dog but say that's all
I came in first at the players' 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 real one you
But I never take the time to like you
I put the game down, the way it's to be
Don't be a punk ass bitch, just get open me

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

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

I'm screaming, "Steady pimp", you steady trying a me
Running game your mama taught you
Bitch that don't faze me
Say bitch, I'm Pimp C, I shall be again
But all that shit cousin told you has gone in the wind

Just 'cause I my pen, you think you moving in
Like I'ma trick, let you have half of everything I spend
You week rent, I'm trying 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 high school shit, bitch, you must be in love
Space Age, new faze, I paid the price
Hoping you ain't to rip my stable, she said I'm shift
But that's alright

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

Baby, you're hangin' on a rope, it's getting crucial dope
I can't cope, I guess the situation has lost all
'Cause you've obviously flipped lid but what's done is did
I'm you up for sale 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 messy ass up in my mix like Bisquick
And thinkin' you gonna Big Bun juiced like mystic

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

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

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

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

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

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