Luyện nghe bài hát What It Ain't

mob & tlc
Appears on the "world party"

Now t-l-c will goodie mob
To a game of laser tag
When say "what it is"
You "what it ain't"

(yeah)
Tlc, the
mob
The synergy of ghetto
For the

you wanna do wit it
What it is and it ain't (what)
Either you bring it (we bring it)
Or you
Sometimes it gets messy (sometimes)
Out
But we get by (what you wanna do it)
One day at a

I go eat
At house
112
I go out
Where do you
Or do you
Or a chain
Or platinum
I still
My side i
my pride
Get on my
20 inch
I a brim
Hang with my
Go to the
the world
And keep change
The finest
still remain so

Don't look from across the room
You don't enough about this world to
get it on with me
Or hang out I do

Don't even from across the floor
You have rhyme enough for no tour
To come upon a like me
And not a possibility

She's a plastic girl
I'm a big man
I like old cars and big sedans
You like two
their clothes and rolls
I sit on the
Sip and pose
I the 9
you're humpin' hot ho's
I do sweets while you preferred the
Tonight I'm 'cause ya already chose
It's grown business and I'll run the floor

'cause you ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot for me
And you fly enuff for me
And you're too tight your money
'cause you ghetto enuff for me
And you hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly for me
And you're too tight your money

Shit my baby is still ghetto hot fries
I come lovin' niggas
And give
his bloodshot eyes
Got into gold
Went from two o's to thirty two
Which is to buy a rolls
but nobody knows
Stay in my
Keep my out of your face
You wanna be this player
Got to at my pace
I'm slum but I can cum
Over where you're from
If you want some bullshit you buy you some

Shorty your booty (shorty)
Shorty where your gold
where your long nails
Shorty where your fake
Shorty got the
All up in the
To represent the girl
You the too
I got your back you got the
It's time we it off in the woods
With the bump on dubs ain't no scrubs
Don't conceal I'm a millionaire
Can you see me gettin' it
I'ma keep on servin' here I'm supposed to baby

Don't be suffocatin' my
While I'm these topics
Like bring your g's your loot
You're lookin' real dumb when you get the
it is my road to me
Come from some of the of streets
Me custom navigate to the
With of the hardest of beats
What it ain't what you sleepin' with all the shit that I've been
'cause i'ma doin' all the things that I gots to do
Damn it I'll put your ass to
your nappy head till it hurts

Where those saints
are the ropes
Take your up the street
Or you might hurt throat
You know you're
you don't show up in court
For not payin' your support
Or you too for me
You act like you're too to eat
At church's, popeye's, and
I at walter's bright creek
In the mall where steep and deep
I hang out in head
You prefer
Your favorite color is hot
I love thing