Luyện nghe bài hát Getting Married

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

In a Limo, my niggas, my father, my
Everybody in tuxes blunted
Bottasmov costumes, this ain't no act, though
Factual, the pimp shall scoop no

Yes, I'm sure
I know that she me, I know that she faithful
We spoke on a prenuptial agreement Will and Jada ain't need it
on eloping but then I dreaded the thought

'Cuz she Cinderella's Ball and the whole shit
But know this, you fuckin' wit a ya throat quick
explosions, cigar smokin'
Dark-minded, chart climbin',

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

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

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

Right before they part with the street
I want a son to greet every
Daughters and sons tickle my feet
Wife smilin', tellin' me time to eat, I'm gettin' married

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's a union that nobody can
I gotta be wit' ya crazy aunts and uncles
'Cuz I love you much you put up wit my shit
Court cases, baby

I a honest woman outta you yet
starin' at you, I'm at the alter, standin'
Heart poundin' out my chest like a
I'm happy, one of my men

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

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