Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Trash

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Why you always askin' me why I talk that?
What, you think you betta, nigga, 'cause pockets are fat?
me? but wasn't I the one that you meant?
You talkin' trash to these niggas about to dent up they
You know me and I don't I have to explain
You that same crotty nigga fucked that bitch in my range
It was the same, life, it was up a good game
Between money and that pussy that she claim to fame

Look at you, all the bullcrap lies
It was you who made me put my hands on thighs
Never ever was the one humped that girl on your rover
You forgot baby cousin humped that girl on your rover
It's timbaland, baby, I get down like that
try to explain, get yo ass to the back
Never ever disrepsect the man put you on his team
Now baby dove, get the keys to beem'

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Why you talkin' big to me?

'cause you always playin' games,

Why you tryin' to me mad, ba-be

'cause you always playin' games,

Why you talkin' big to me?

'cause you always playin' games,

Why you to make me mad, ba-be

Because you always playin' games bassy

I done met many players that act you
Think because they spend some money that I'm ready to
of talkin' 'hit me up around the 1st and the 5th'
'cause you rot in a out six, you think I'm whipped
Got niggas that be rottin' my shit
And the last thing I need is a for kicks
I stay dibbed and forever spend the louchie on
Fuck the money and diamonds 'cause nigga, I'm shinin'

Look at you, girl, talkin'
Talkin' trash, actin' grown, show ass
Don't try to get on my track and
You my queen, my mistress, my jackie
Why you tryin' to trouble in my can?
Now hot and angry and I'm amped
Keep on givin' me the cold
Now I got to get the to the roller
You

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It was all for the paper, that's right, all for the
Only wanted most what ghetto girls of
I need the hummers and the yachts, don p on the
wrist wear with the shivel on top
Then you lace me, now you hate me, now you to replace me
Had a woman when you dated me, I guess I was (know you was crazy)
Tried to play me but your game's a little
'cause I hooked up and got with your man, nigga

Girl, what you know about and wrist wear?
When you don't even wear underwear
Think before you start shit
Remember, I'm the man with the and whips
I ain't to beg, but a legend like those speedos
I ain't gon get mad if you hump one of my
I keep you this is me you talkin' to
trash won't get you nowhere, baby boo

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