Luyện nghe bài hát Considerate Brotha

Disturbin' tha peace, the Club
Ludacris, straight the A T L
We gon' it to N C, to V A
To L.A., to N.Y.and everywhere in
Uh, we gon' do it like this, Timbaland Magoo, it out

Mag meetcha at 7/11 a to seven
Buy rubbers six-fifty then we fuckin' heaven
My bastard ass the kid let him hit it
He nut up in ya mouth and she bet' not spit it

Look bein' a is all about your game
I maim hoes for makin' me cum make her buy me some rum
I got the town ho-infested, you 'em
in prostitution turned it into an institution

Well be far be it from me to my enterprise
All I'm man my street shit is organized
I got it franchised from city to city, state to
look at the house, I own the whole estate

But wait, baby, baby, baby, shake too
Baby baby, too
Baby, baby, baby, baby, shake too, too

I don't love 'em, no, I don't 'em, no
I hug 'em, yea, I might feed 'em, yea
You can me a considerate brotha, say what?
A considerate brotha, what I am

I touch 'em, what, but won't beat 'em, what
I will fuss wit 'em, I mistreat 'em
You can call me a considerate brotha, say
A brotha

Woah, up Saturday about to press my suit
Wakin' up early about to fix me some orange
I got my chicks up, which one 'em I'm gonna choose
I got my guns lined up, one 'em I'm gonna use

I got my, Louis Vuitton on, pumpin', mind-blowin'
Chicks can't even drive without them blown they horn
I'm just a illmatic, all dramatic
Carry a automatic, up on all tactics

I'm just that pimp nigga Va. Beach
each, uh, let me not slur my speech
I got that liquor in me, no juice, no
But the straight up Remi, kicks to get loose

I got it in me, 'bout to take one home
And 'Free Willy', Timb, you so
See I been pimpin', before yo'
ain't easy, hey, hey, hey, hey

I don't 'em, no, I don't need 'em, no
I might hug 'em, no, I might 'em, yea
You can call me a considerate brotha, say
A considerate

I touch 'em but won't beat 'em
I fuss wit 'em, never, never mistreat 'em
You can me a considerate brotha
A considerate

Bitch I pack a black tux fo'
Want me to treat 'em with
But psssh, Ludacris mack nigga bitch get on you
Perfectly, to impress, fresh from the head down

Leave 'em let down, I'm the king of this shit, you take a step
the merchandise, talk back get slapped twice
Or hand held, I got sendin' me panties in my fan mail
hat with a big mouth, A T L, Dirt South
Hoes up short? Hoes finna get cursed out!

It's the blast in the formation grab yo' helmet
Slam the mask out of these hoes and say, "What is that, velvet?"
And they betta meet they quota, betta yet betta meet deadline
And I got hoes who legs go further than yo' father hairline

Raggedy Ann and Andy to Daiquiri drinks and brandy
I take 'em off the streets and put 'em on with a lil' candy
I'm the pimp of the year, I'm a pimp all
A pimp of the town we pimpin' 'em up, hoes

I don't love 'em, no, I don't 'em, no
I hug 'em, yea, I might feed 'em, yea
You can call me a considerate brotha, say
A brotha

I touch 'em, what but won't beat 'em, what
I will wit 'em, never, never mistreat 'em
You can call me a brotha
A brotha

Easy, me now
Feel me now baby, on
Come on walk with me, walk daddy
Easy, yea, take it baby
Let your hair out, come on