Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Trash

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

Look at you, talkin'-tellin' all the bullcrap
It was you who made me put my on your thighs
Never ever was the one humped that girl on your rover
You forgot your baby cousin that girl on your rover
It's timbaland, baby, I don't get 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 to your beem'

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Why you big trash to me?

'cause you always playin' games,

Why you to make 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 games with bassy

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

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 brown
Why you tryin' to start in my can?
Now hot and and I'm getting amped
Keep on me the cold shoulder
Now I got to get the keys to the
You

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

Girl, what you know about cardi and wrist
When you even wear vic's underwear
Think before you talkin' shit
Remember, I'm the man with the diamonds and
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
Talkin' trash won't get you nowhere, boo

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