Luyện nghe bài hát What It Ain't

mob & tlc
Appears on the "world party"

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

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

you wanna do wit it
What it is and what it (what)
Either you bring it (we bring it)
Or you
Sometimes it gets kinda (sometimes)
Out
But we get by (what you do wit' it)
One day at a

I go eat
At house
112
I go out
Where do you
Or do you
Or a chain
Or rings
I still
My ghetto i
my pride
Get on my
20 inch
I sport a
Hang my girls
Go to the
the world
And keep change
The things
Will remain so

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

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

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

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

Shit my baby is still ghetto hot fries
I come from niggas
And 20/20
With his bloodshot
Got into gold
Went from two o's to thirty two
Which is enough to buy a
Ain't but knows
in my place
Keep my diamonds out of face
You wanna be this player
Got to at my pace
I'm but I can still cum
Over where you're from
If you want bullshit you better buy you some

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

Don't be my pockets
I'm recessitatin' these topics
Like your g's where your loot
You're lookin' real dumb you get the boot
What it is my to me
from some of the hardest of streets
Me custom to the club
With some of the of beats
What it ain't you sleepin' with all the shit that I've been through
'cause i'ma keep all the things that I gots to do
Damn it I'll put your ass to
Comb your nappy head it hurts

Where saints stop
These are the
Take your wealth up the
Or you might hurt throat
You know ghetto
When you show up in court
For not payin' your support
Or you too for me
You act you're too good to eat
At church's, popeye's, and
I shop at bright creek
In the mall where steep and deep
I hang out in head
You prefer
favorite color is hot pink
I love thing