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, Magoo, check it out

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

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

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

But wait, baby, baby, baby, baby too
baby, make too
Baby, baby, baby, baby, too, make too

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bitch I a black tux fo' emergencies
Want me to 'em with courtesy
But psssh, Ludacris nigga bitch get on you purposely
Perfectly, dressed to impress, fresh the head down

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

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

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

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

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

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