Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't No *****

I keep it fresher than the next
No need for you to ever sweat the bitch
With speed, I make the bitch see the exit
Indeed, you gotta you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, no driver
You got your own '96 the ride
And keep ass tighter than Versace that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to me
They conniving
The first chance to the bank
try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the to the tele
Time to kill it on belly no question
I got more black chicks my sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon, so I shoot
Meet your death in less 8 seconds
Still poundin' in my life
Laugin' my is tight
You who right

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
tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the to find a man of their own
(Man of they own, man of own)

to def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino fakin' no
Got you a to feel important
Surrounding feet in Joanie Degas and Charles Jordan
I ya dove but love
You these hoes be makin' me weak
knows how it goes B and so I creep
I've been sinnin' you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken and
You change a players game in the 9th inning
The chrome rim spinning 'em grinnin'
So I run way the up in 'em
And wrinkle the face linnin'
I play hardah they say God
keepin' it real jigga stay hard
Lord don't trip
I never slip, nigga what you don't see is get
concealed what the fuck y'all feel
When you nigga sick we can all get ill
Whats the

Ain't no like the one I got
No one can you betta'
Sleeps around but he 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)

Yo, no stoppin' this, no lie
Promise to monogamous, I try
But love you these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it B, so I stay deep

What up boo, keep me laced in the illa snakes
rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tubs
Mackin' bitch, wifey nigga
So when you flip that
Remember them days you was dead
But now style and I raised you
Basically you into a don
Flippin' weight, 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 made so we can lay up in the reminiscin'
On how I the best a shit
Specially when I'm flippin'
Don't give a fuck about how you move them other mami's
I push the Z, shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you in Armani sweaters
this rap shit
When you was in and bullshit berettas
And eek classes mo in the glasses
Shows in wit all the flavor suede Bally's
Now all your mens' up in your
High post, I you be killin' me
Playin' inside my hairs
I never worry bout them chicks
Cause you who was your wiz
When you was that bitch
I took a when you was up north
Your commissary stay
How you livin' large on the
All them have me vexed
But when you come
Knew I was off wit half of dem checks
Now we on the
Your diamond mami wit the eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked the and the shit
Fuck's no, I see the dough
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred dollar cars

Ain't no like the one I got
No one can fuck you
Sleeps 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)

Ain't no nigga the one I got
No one can fuck you
around but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in diamonds and