Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't No *****

I keep it than the next bitch
No need for you to sweat the next bitch
speed, I make the best bitch see the exit
Indeed, you gotta know you're thoroughly by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the
And keep your ass tighter Versace that's why
You gotta watch your you got to watch me
They shit
The first to crack the bank
They try me, all get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, the village to the tele
to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than
They say sex is a weapon, so when I
Meet your death in less than 8
Still in my after life
my shit is tight
You who askin'

Ain't no like the one I got
No one can fuck you
Sleeps but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in diamonds and
Friends'll tell me I leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of own
(Man of they own, man of own)

to def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino fakin' no
Got you a beeper to important
Surrounding your feet in Joanie and Charles Jordan
I keep ya but love
You these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all how it goes B and so I creep
been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken and
You can't change a game in the 9th inning
The rim spinning keeps 'em grinnin'
So I run way the up in 'em
And the face like linnin'
I play till they say God
He's it real jigga stay hard
Lord even trip
I slip, nigga what you don't see is what'cha get
Weapons concealed what the fuck feel
When you nigga play we can all get ill
the deal?

Ain't no nigga the one I got
No one can you betta'
around but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in and leathers
Friends'll tell me I should leave you
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the to find a man of their own
(Man of they own, man of own)

Yo, ain't no this, no lie
to stay monogamous, I try
But love you know these hoes be makin' me
Y'all how it goes B, so I stay deep

up boo, just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back in the French tubs
this bitch, wifey nigga
So you flip that coke
them days you was dead broke
But now style and I raised you
Basically made you a don
weight, heroin and shit
You know my is all that
Thats why I get 5 carats and all that
Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin' bells
So who the player? I keep you in the illest gators
Tailor so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'
On how I the best a shit
when I'm flippin' Baileys
Don't give a about how you move with them other mami's
I push the Z, eating shrimp scampi with larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you it known who your wife was
I got you frontin' in sweaters
Before rap shit
you was in letters and bullshit berettas
And eek classes mo in the glasses
Shows in Cali wit all the flavor Bally's
Now all your up in your Benz's
High post, I swear you be me
Playin' my pubic hairs
I never worry bout them other
you proved who was your wiz
When you was spinnin' bitch
I took a little when you was up
commissary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on the
All them have me vexed
But you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem
Now we on the
diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the
Fuck's no, I see half the
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar

no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you
Sleeps but he gives me a lot
you in diamonds and leathers
Friends'll tell me I should leave you
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to a man of their own
(Man of they own, man of own)

no nigga like the one I got
No one can you betta'
Sleeps but he gives me a lot
you in diamonds and leathers