Luyện nghe bài hát Getting Married

This ain't no for love shit
This ain't no Huxtable kisses and hug shit, first night we fuck
And don't call the next day, a thug's wedding day
In love? Will we make it? Let us

In a Limo, my niggas, my father, my
in tuxes gettin' blunted
Hard Bottasmov costumes, ain't no act, though
Factual, the pimp scoop no more

Yes, I'm absolutely
I know that she love me, I know that she
We spoke on a agreement 'cuz Will and Jada ain't need it
Spoke on eloping but I dreaded the thought

she deserves Cinderella's Ball and the whole shit
But know this, you fuckin' wit a slit ya throat
Vehicular explosions, smokin'
Dark-minded, climbin', well-spoken

Safer of broke men to rich ones
them phone numbers away 'cuz this is it, hun
Headed to the Chapel, my laughin'
And it's bafflin' 'cuz just a ago

It's weird, though, I knew I'd get
To who? I knew not, of snatchin' Halle up from the dreadlock
Pumpin' Sade, my head
Finally, I met the perfect bitch, my French, rephrase that

Someone who made my stop, couldn't wait to blaze that
of hoppin' from honey to honey
HIV spreadin', bump the same bunnies
The game'll put niggas in graves

before they part ways with the street
I want a son to every mornin'
and more sons tickle my feet
Wife smilin', me it's time to eat, I'm gettin' married

Say hello to the man, to the gigolo
It was difficult for me to a chick I want
Say hello to the man, to the gigolo
It was for me to find a chick I want
Say hello to the man, goodbye to the
It was for me to find a chick I want

It was my dream for my queen to put the on the ride
Even Martin Luther had a fling on the side
That's what the ones say
my wedding would be one day but quickly is this day

I know the gonna miss me
Lookin' at old photos, sayin, "Damn, he used to me"
chokin' up since I woke up
Bachelor Party was crazy, tryin' just to sober up

Father, saw me in a daze, me with his left arm
Told me how him and moms went to Hall, dressed norm'
Said, she would love me Oswald
in London by guys who suit up kings

Gov', you got the ring, Jung', you
Maxwell, he sing, invited Lauryn Hill and the gang
Baltimore, Cacky', Mississippi
Family packed in, my nigga, L is crazy

Pepsi on the cuff links, ginger ale got it out
Walked in the church, just all big to it out
My girl walked in glistenin', different
'Bout to go my fiance to Mrs. Jones

That's a union that can touch
I be cool wit' ya crazy aunts and uncles
'Cuz I love you much 'cuz you put up wit my
cases, baby mommas

I make a honest outta you yet
Everybody starin' at you, I'm at the alter,
Heart poundin' out my like a cannon
I'm happy, one of my men

the music says, "Don't do it"
But they joke, some crew shit
They playin, I'm gleeful, I'm
I'm stayin' vows are all true
"Will you music as your wedded wife?" "I do"
Sike, this about music, y'all know who I'm talkin' to
married

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the
It was for me to find a chick I want
Say to the man, goodbye to the gigolo
It was difficult for me to a chick I want
Say hello to the man, to the gigolo
It was for me to find a chick I want
married